Day 1- Morning

Samus follows Hugh back to his house. It’s a small, one-story wooden structure away from the town center. She’s glad that the inside seems cleaner than the chief’s place, though there is still a strange squid-like odor that lingers in the air. She also realizes that Hugh had somewhat embellished the living situation of his place. His house only had a simple kitchen and a bedroom with a single bed. Samus eyes the yellowish sheets with a hint of disdain.

“It’s alright Miss, you can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Hugh offers, scratching his belly.

Never in his thirty years on earth had he ever dreamed such a gorgeous woman would be staying in his house. He’d do anything, say anything to get her to stay.

“No, I cannot impose myself as a guest. I am used to sleeping rough. I can take the floor.” Samus insists.

“Then, we could share the bed?” Hugh grins, showing off a maw full of misaligned teeth. He got her right where he wanted.

Damn. I don’t really want to share the bed of such a disgusting man like him but now that he’s offered it would be impolite to refuse.’

Samus agrees. “Alright. I need to go out for a while to get some necessities from my ship.”

Is it just my imagination or did I see something twitch in his pants? It was huge. Was it his hand?

“Ok. I’ll prepare breakfast for you then.” Hugh watches her ass intently as she leaves his house.

When Samus returns, she finds a steaming heap of scrambled eggs waiting on the table for her.

“Thank you Hugh.” She says as she takes a seat and scoops up a mouthful.

The moment her mouth closes around it, she regrets everything. The taste is awful! It could be best described as rotten fish mixed with sewage. It’s gooey and chewy, and Samus swears she can feel it wriggling in her mouth.

Out of the corner of her tearing eyes, she sees Hugh’s ghoulish grin widen. “How do you like the meal Miss Samus?”

Oh no! This must be some specialty from their village. Look at how happy he looked when he saw me eating it. If I spit it out, I risk offending him. For the sake of peace I need to eat it.

Bracing herself, Samus gulps the offending mouthful down and she can feel it slide heavily down her throat like a lump of lard and thump into her stomach. Her belly grumbles discontentedly as she feels like throwing up.

“It’s certainly something.” She says weakly.

“I’m glad you like it! Eat up, I made a lot.” Hugh’s grin looks like it couldn’t get any wider and she can see his arm stroking something under the table.

Is he rubbing his belly to tell me he wishes he could be the one eating it? I can’t disappoint Hugh’s hospitality.

Samus forces herself to down the rest of the meal, every bite making her gag in disgust. Looking closely, she can see that the eggs are doused in what appears to be a very thick, yellowish sauce that seems to be the source of the taste. By the time she finishes breakfast, her stomach feels like it has a bag of cement churning inside it.

“Thank you very much for breakfast Hugh.” She tries to hold back a burp but fails, releasing an almost visible cloud of stench from her mouth. “Excuse me.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Miss Samus. Do you have any plans after this?” The gross man asks her.

“I’m thinking of exploring the village a little and walk off breakfast. Why? Do you need my help with anything?”

“Not at the moment. Have fun.” He waves goodbye and the moment Samus leaves the house, he is on the phone with his friends, telling them all about how best to take advantage of the naive blonde.