Meat “Nightmares are real”.

Jace froze in fear, the penalty for a Rat found wondering a room with no concrete reason was to be butchered. All the young man could do was face the music...he was going to be that night's meal just because he read the mistress's diary.

He turned to Mistress Rodney who was in her bath robe getting ready to refreshen herself up. "Ohhh so it's a Rats, lucky me... Would you believe me if I told you that I expected someone a little more important", " I'm sorry Mistress Rodney I never meant to...", " spy on my naked body as I hed in the bath", the Mistress said and the boy's face turned a rosy pink.

" No Mistress Rodney, I would never do such a thing!", " Ohhh so I'm ugly now hahh? Completely unattractive, a hag at most...is that what you're saying?", she asked

" I didn't mean it like that! My mistress... your a goddess if you ask me. A true work of beauty, all I ask is that you spare my life, please Marvelous Quell?", Jace begged in the most terrified way possible.

" Okay I'll think about it, if you do something me first. I'm a woman of high class, I only dream, wear, talk and eat excellence. So going against the rules of this house is a divine offence.

Okay Pretty eyes I need you to get something for me, a little gift from one of my ex lovers. You'll find it in the kitchen at the far end of the meat locker. Hmmmm I've herd no one could resist what's in that metallic box. Get me that and I'll let you off the with a warning.

Ohhh you'll need confirmation, you see that diary of mine... bring it hear, I'll write you a note", She said to him.

" Okay Rat....try to not loose your mind down there", she said before removing her robe infront him and throwing it in his shocked face.

Jace rushed out of the room to avoid getting into even more trouble. Mistress Rodney was one of the Nine Quell Feathers who lived in the Mansion. Today she was surprisingly in a good mood, usually she would massacre any disobedient Rats immediately and look absolutely beautiful doing it.

On his way to the kitchen he bumped into Vice Head Quell Feather Zephyr. " Ahhhh... a filthy Rat out of the basement, passed 09:00. Anyways looks like you'll be next Tuesday's brunch.

Ohh chef, come butcher this one up quick I don't have any time to chat, we're behind schedule", he said to Jace before walking away.

A muscular chef grabbed him by the legs and stuffed him into a sack made from hairy human skin. Jace tried to tell the man about his pass, but the chef didn't even flinch.

Lord Zephyr walked into the kitchen to finalize the preparation for that nights dinner, as he passed by the chef... Jace could see him getting close and so he turned to his last resort. On his right whist was his most Impressive invention; it was a goblet that contained four blades that were used as claws once retracted.

With one powerful slash of his arm, the sack cut open, "Lord Zephyr! Mis...", and with a massive mallet strick to his pack, Jace was dropped to the floor.

" Forgive me Lord Zephyr, I simply hit the Box on his back. I'll use this deadly knife of mine... it's claimed so many peoples lives, boy your next", "carry on..", Lord Zephyr said.

Jace smiled even though he was about to lose his life, he had never felt so excited in his entire life. He rolled backwards between the Chef's legs, before using his foot launchers to help him push his rambling adversary across the table.

Lord Zephyr stopped to see if the stubborn little Rat had enough will to stay alive. Young Jace retracted his claw before saying "MISTRESS RODNEY! GAVE ME A PASS!", and jumped aiming to slice the Chef's face up, but the massive chef grabbed him by the throat in mid air and forced him through the wooden table.

" Chef! Let him go for a second.

So vermin what do you mean by pass?", lord Zephyr asked " this peace of paper has her code on it".

Then Zephyr got the note and on it was the text;

Let the kid get my box you degenerative pompadours

Kiss fuggets.

"Ohhh it's Rodney alright. I told her to stop shagging the food, but she never listens. Chef go check the basement for dead ones...let him go".