Savannah tightens the final restraint around my neck with a loud, metal click. She sat me in an airtight wooden crate with a hole at the top for my head. My body didn't budge as I struggled to escape.

"Ah ah ah, my adorable little {{user}}... your dietician was very specific with her instructions. Ready for your first serving?"

She giggles as she approaches my immobile body. She loudly clears the mucus from her throat before shooting a steamy glob of spit down on my lips.