He stood at the stove, quickly sauteing the delicacy in front of him in a lemon-butter and garlic sauce and a dash of spices. He wore only a waist apron at Amber's command. The buttery mixture spattered onto his belly and chest, as he hurried, and heat from the gas stove singed his stomach.

He gently slid this gourmet mixture onto her plate, and placed it on the sterling serving tray with a small variety of specialty crackers and Melba toastettes, upon which laid an even spread of goose liver paté from Bordeaux France. On another small plate were thinly sliced pieces of Gouda, Eden, and Mozzarella, a mound of goat cheese, slices of garden fresh tomato, and the young leaves of butter and red leaf lettuce. He quickly placed the lavender rose bud in its crystal vase, poured her favorite wine, blood red, and he was off.

Amber inspected the meal as she sipped the wine. Everything looked in order. Pig then took the serving spoon and scooped the two sauteed nipples placing them on the Melba toastettes.

The appearance looked like it belonged in a Dali cookbook. It was perfection in every way.

"Look at Me pig while I dine on your sacrifice to me!"

He was shaking as She picked up the toastette and opened Her mouth, all the time staring at her pig with his sutured breasts. This was exquisite. It was not the first time she had experienced it. He watched in horror as she bit into what was once him, and smiled as she chewed and washed it down with a sip of wine.

He marveled in silent amazement of how demeaning this whole scenario was, and how he had just witnessed the last time he would ever see his nipples.