He sat at the table

His stomach lurched, he was almost on the verge of throwing up.

A few people looked at him, seeming to stare into his soul.

“Why aren’t you eating..?”

The person seemed to hiss, to click.

He took his fork and shakily lifted a piece of the meat to his mouth.

He swallowed, and put it back down.

It smelled like chicken, but he knew better.

The people, no, creatures.

They could see through his act. They knew.

They know.

He stood up.

“Thank you for having me, I really mean it, but I have to go.”

The creature at the end of the table stood up.

“So soon?” They clicked.

He nodded.

The creature snapped their hand, their human, human like hand.

Two creatures walked up behind him.

“Woah- hold on, what- what’s up?”

They grabbed his arms and dragged him back.

It couldn’t be.

All because he didn’t eat some chicken meat.

No, not chicken meat.

Because he knew better.