The Chinese Restaurant by Lamarun

Tracy and Lisa walked up to the restaurant’s large ornamental doors. “Well, here it is,” Lisa said as she admired the colorful doors. “I’m really looking forward to this.”

Tracy and Lisa were just two friends going out to lunch. Tired of the same old burger places, Lisa recommended that they go to a chinese restaurant that she had seen advertised in the newspaper. The ad claimed that the restaurant was the best of it’s kind in the area so the girls decided to try it out.

The two women opened the doors to the restaurant and walked inside. Immediately they were greeted by a short oriental gentlemen. “Welcome to the Savage Dragon Restaurant,” he said with a thick accent. “Please follow me.”

Tracy and Lisa followed the short man as he jigged and jagged through the tables of the restaurant. The restaurant was busy, almost all of the tables were full. Looking around, Tracy noticed that all of the people eating at the tables were oriental. Feeling a little strange, Tracy nudged Lisa and said, “Hey, did you notice that we are the only Americans here?”

Lisa looked around and replied, “You’re right, but so what? What did you expect from this type of place.”

Suddenly the gentlemen they had been following turned around. “Don’t worry, Americans always welcome, we always find room for Americans.” With that the man turned around and continued to lead the women toward the back of the restaurant.

After a few more seconds, the short oriental man stopped in front of a door. “This very special room just for you. Please enter.” The girls looked at each other, shrugged, and then pushed the door open and entered.

They expected another dining area to be behind the door but the women were surprised to find that they were in a small room with no furniture or windows. The door closed behind them and there was a loud ‘click’ sound as the door locked. “Hey what’s going on here?” Tracy said. She turned and pounded on the door, “Hey, let us out, what’s the deal!!” Then suddenly, from a vent high in the wall, a white gas began to pour into the tiny room.

The women paniced as they now realized something was seriously wrong as the gas stung at their eyes and lungs. A few seconds later and the gas stopped. Suddenly they began to feel strange. The room seemed to spin and Lisa was fighting hard not to throw up. Tracy coughed and looked up, that is when she noticed that the ceiling was at least 30 feet above her head. She grabbed Lisa by the arm and pointed at the ceiling, “Look! The room is getting bigger!”

“No! We’re getting smaller!” Lisa yelled. The two girls clung to each other as their bodies continued to shrink, getting smaller and smaller, until finally they were only about an inch tall. “Oh my God,” Lisa exclaimed as she looked at the ceiling which seemed to be hundreds of feet above her head. “How’d we get so tiny? What are they going to do with us?” As if in answer to her question, the door opened and in stepped the man who had led them to the room.

The giant bent over and reached out with his hand. Tracy and Lisa screamed as the giant hand quickly grabbed them and lifted them high into the air. The women were aware of movement, but they could not see due to the giant fingers curled around them. A door opened and the women heard a lot of noise. By the sounds and smells coming from all around them they knew that they were now in the kitchen of the restaurant. Tracy was confused and scared at what was happening, but Lisa had an idea of what was about to happen, and she was terrified at the thought of it.

One moment later Lisa’s worst thoughts would hold to be true. The fingers around the two women uncurled and the frightened women were looking up at the faces of several oriental chefs. Suddenly, one chef reached in and plucked Tracy from the palm. Before Lisa could protest, she too was grabbed by another chef.

Lisa felt like she was flying as she was carried between the thumb and forefinger of the gigantic chef. Then, as abruptly as her motion began, it stopped. Lisa screamed as she looked down. Below her dangling body was a full plate of food. Lisa realized in all her horror that she was about to be served as food. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that coming to this place for lunch would mean that she would be the lunch! The fingers holding her body let go, and Lisa fell through the air. She landed on the plate, her fall broken by some kind of vegetable side-dish. Lisa tried to stand, but her feet were tangled in onion and sprouts. To her left was a giant pile of fried rice, to her right were boulder sized chunks of chicken. Suddenly Lisa fell into the center of the plate as it was jerked off of the counter by a waitress.

As she was carried through the restaurant, Lisa tried to scream up at the giant waitress carrying her. “Help, please!! Down here!!” But there was no response from the waitress to Lisa’s tiny cries. Lisa could only lay helpless on the plate as it was set before a customer at a table.

Lisa looked up in horror at her surroundings. Her plate had been placed at a table where two young oriental women were about to dine. At the far end of the table was one of the enormous women already digging into her meal, and at the near side, directly above Lisa, was the other gigantic woman staring down at her.

Lisa froze in terror as she watched the giant woman above her. Giant chopsticks came down towards the plate, grabbing a piece of chicken. Lisa stared wide-eyed as the giant woman ate the piece of chicken, chewed, and swallowed. Realizing that she would meet the same fate as the piece of chicken if she didn’t escape, Lisa broke from her frozen position and ran towards the edge of the plate.

She tripped on pieces of food that blocked her way, but managed to reach the edge of the plate. Just before she was about to jump off, she was knocked back by giant chopsticks. Lisa didn’t give up, she kept running, trying to get off the plate, but each time she came close she was simply pushed back by the giant girl’s chopsticks. Lisa, back in the center of the plate, looked up at her tormentor and saw that she was smiling down at her. The young oriental girl then continued to eat the food that surrounded Lisa.

Lisa got on her knees and begged at the giant face above her, “Please don’t eat me!! This is some horrible mistake. Let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this place. Please!!” It was no use, the young oriental girl wouldn’t answer, she just licked her lips and continued eating. Lisa was about to begin begging some more when she heard a scream.

Quickly turning around Lisa saw that the scream came from Tracy! By some strange coincidence Tracy had been served to the same table as Lisa! Lisa saw Tracy standing amidst a mound of rice on the plate at the other end of the table and called out to her, “Tracy! Tracy over here!” Tracy didn’t hear her. The distance was too far or Lisa’s tiny voice was too weak to hear. Lisa yelled at her friend again but this time she yelled in terror. As she stood helpless, she saw the giant woman seated at the other end of the table pick Tracy up with her chopsticks. The oriental woman then dipped Tracy in a small bowl of sweet n’ sour sauce and then brought her dripping body up to her lips. Lisa screamed as she saw what was happening to her friend, “No, please!!! Don’t eat her!”

Lisa fell silent as she watched Tracy disappear into a giant mouth. A moment later the chewing began, and Lisa covered her eyes. It was like being trapped in a neverending nightmare. Lisa had just witnessed her friend being eaten alive, and she knew that her turn was near. The plate she had been trapped on was almost empty of food now, only a pile of fried rice remained. Lisa, still thinking about what she had just seen, was barely aware of two wooden sticks grabbing at her body.

Lisa had been grabbed by the chopsticks. She looked up into the eyes of the giant woman and knew that her time had come. Even though everthing looked bleak, Lisa fought as hard as she could to escape. Kicking with her legs and pushing with all her might, Lisa managed to pry open the chopsticks just enough so that her body slipped and fell back onto the plate. She landed in the pile of warm fried rice. The oriental woman laughed at Lisa and brought the chopsticks down towards her again.

Lisa tried to run but the rice that surrounded her was such an obstacle that she couldn’t even move. The massive chopsticks clamped onto her body and once again Lisa was being raised towards the pretty young face of the oriental woman.

There was no hope of escape. Lisa whimpered as the woman’s lips parted revealing perfect white teeth and a purple, glistening wet tongue. Before Lisa could even begin to struggle she was plunged between the lips and into the dark mouth. The chopsticks opened and Lisa fell onto a wet, slick tongue which moved and rippled underneath her. It was humid in the huge oral cavity, and the air smelled like chicken and rice. There was very little light, Lisa could see out past the lips but could not see back into the woman’s throat.

After only a few seconds, the mouth began to close. Just before total darkness enveloped her, Lisa got a good look at the huge molars that surrounded her. The lips came together and Lisa was in total darkness. She waited...waited for the soft tongue to move her between the giant teeth where she would be chewed up into little bits.

Several seconds passed...nothing happened. The tongue gently rolled beneath her, but Lisa did not get crushed by the huge teeth. Instead light suddenly appeared. The lips were parting! Lisa had a small glimmer of hope as the mouth opened. Maybe the girl changed her mind and would let her go?

All hope left her as Lisa saw an object come into view. A cup was being raised to the parted lips. Lisa could smell the aroma of the hot tea as the cup reached the lips. Lisa knew what was going to happen to her...she wasn’t going to be chewed...she was going to be swallowed alive... washed down with a mouthful of hot tea. She would plunge into the gullet of this woman where she would be digested along with the rest of the meal.

Lisa had no time to react as tea began to pour into the mouth. The hot liquid pelted Lisa’s body causing her to lose her fragile grip on the slick tongue. She slid, further and further toward the back of the mouth. Wave upon wave of tea struck her, and looking behind her Lisa could now see the river of tea pouring over the back of the tongue into the throat. Lisa belted out one final scream as her body plunged over the back of the tongue where she was swallowed by powerful throat muscles. ***

Lisa lay on top of a pile of chewed rice and chicken. She was in the girls stomach now...just another bit of food awaiting digestion. She wondered how her day had suddenly turned so horrific, and if any other travellers had become part of the menu in this strange restaurant.

THE END