You have a secret fantasy. It’s dark, absolutely forbidden, so you’ve never told it to anyone. But you think about it almost obsessively. You pass an attractive woman on the street, and although part of you appreciates her curvy body and other attributes, mostly you’re focusing on her mouth, her tongue, her teeth—thinking of her chewing you up and swallowing you down. Hours later, you go to bed. When you wake up, you’re bound on the floor, and the woman from earlier is standing over you. She says she wants to make a meal of you, just like you were fantasizing about earlier. But this isn’t a fantasy. This is reality, and you’re unsure. You’re scared. Unfortunately—or is it fortunately?—she isn’t taking no for an answer.