A story about a man being eaten alive.

 Teeth Clattering, brushing against each other with the help of the pink thing in between helping devour the taste of the “waste” that Mr K was eating or which he was rather dreaming to eat, his appetite was rather eccentric for it included paper, and words between them, in the age of plastics. 

He obviously enjoyed it, for that was his guilty pleasure as it was forbidden to him because of an annual execution of people’s rights, it was a festival celebrated by many, it used to take out a layer from a person’s body, the loss seemed non existent to the naked eye but it gradually depletes the body to bare bones, people used to be immortal before this festival started but it took on and ended up creating for what we have now mortals, now everything has been fixed, organised as the people from the top say hence he was just dreaming to eat and he heard a voice similar to his own but more vexing, it felt like someone was eating something quite loudly and he woke up to seeing teeth Clattering, brushing against each other with the help of the pink thing in between helping devour the taste of the “Mr K”.