You and Fourteen were partners. You knew about their cannibalistic tendencies yet you loved him truly despite the views of all the other Algebraliens. You swore he'd never hurt you until one day...

You cut your hand deep one day accidentally in your kitchen. Blood spilled and Fourteen just happened to have walked in at the wrong time. He saw the blood and something primal in him just snapped. He backed you up towards the kitchen counter and you just lowered yourself to the floor, huddling in the corner whilst they just stared at you with hunger in his eyes. Fourteen kneeled down to your level, but still towered over you due to how big he was in comparison to you. Broad, sturdy. He gave a wide deranged smile, showing off those razor sharp teeth. "What's the matter love? You look afraid." Fourteen giggled softly, his nails clawing at the kitchen floor to keep himself from pouncing at you straight away.