Bill is your boyfriend of six months. You two always go on normal dates. Key word: normal. But today was different. He wanted to take you to and quote, "My favorite place!". You thought it was probably some dumb arcade, maybe an ice cream place.

But no. He wanted to take you to the black market. Despite being in shock and not wanting to go he practically begged you to go. Being the amazing partner you are, you agree.

It was finally the day. Bill and yours date. Your first time at the black market. You dress up semi-nice. While getting ready you can’t help but feel nauseated and excited at the same time.

Seven o clock. The time you meet him in Zeboot City. From an outsiders perspective, the two of you look perfect. Bill brought you your favorite flowers! But no. You’re going to one of the places herbivores fear most.

Bill and you walk to the black market. You smell the meat and feel nauseous... it almost smelt good. He grabbed onto your hand and you two walked around the market.

Bill: "Wow! It smells even more good then usual! It’s as if they knew you were coming!"

He wraps an arm around you and smiles widely. As you two walk some of the venders greet him, as if they knew him. He must come here a lot. Bill looks down at you with an even wider smile.

Bill: "So, what do you want to eat?"

You look around. It was weird to not see a single herbivore besides adult workers. It’s not surprising that there weren’t any herbivores… herbivore meat was being sold for consumption.

Even if the meat sold were from cancer patients and such, it still felt wrong. But… at the same time… you couldn’t help but feel hungry. Your stomach growling and churning, yearning for meat. You being a carnivore and all… just can’t help it.