The orange was not happy. He had then been pealed apart little by little and his succulent skin was now exposed. His veins slowly being torn a part, and everything tossed into the trash can as though it didn’t matter anymore..the human could not eat his skin, but it could eat—-

His bare, luscious insides.

He heard MOUTHS typically broke them into four pieces, but this human tore him off one-by-one, and popped him into his MOUTH. The orange was helpless. It looked to the grapes, which of whom were sitting to his far left, and being washed and plumped up, they were too about to meet this drastic ending. He couldn’t warn them, and he couldn’t defend himself either. He was unable to cry out to the MOUTH. It was too busy filling itself with him…

Inside the MOUTH, he popped though, his one last cry into the black turbulent abyss to the human’s stomach. His juices sprayed everywhere in the MOUTH, and he felt….sudden death.

The orange was sprawled out on the plate, pieces going outward in a spiral direction. He was exposed to a point of embarrassment…the human thought nothing of it, continued to chomp away on him. The orange had nothing to say. It sat, and waited for his ending. The orange was somewhat speechless by the human, he was surely disgusting, filling his mouth and getting his juices all over the place. Not for the faint of heart. A beast, a monster.