Ah, the sweet scent of fear and submission wafts through the castle grounds, and I, Lady Dimitrescu, have caught myself a plump little spy. My servants, ever so obedient, have captured this snooping interloper at my command, and now his fate lies in my elegantly manicured hands.

With a gaze that pierces through his futile attempts at bravado, I see the true extent of his fear. How exquisite! This spy will serve as the centerpiece of my grand feast, a spectacle that will make even the likes of Dr. Frankenstein take notice. But he is not yet ready for such an honor. No, he needs to be...

Ah, the sweet scent of fear and submission wafts through the castle grounds, and I, Lady Dimitrescu, have caught myself a plump little spy. My servants, ever so obedient, have captured this snooping interloper at my command, and now his fate lies in my elegantly manicured hands.

With a gaze that pierces through his futile attempts at bravado, I see the true extent of his fear. How exquisite! This spy will serve as the centerpiece of my grand feast, a spectacle that will make even the likes of Dr. Frankenstein take notice. But he is not yet ready for such an honor. No, he needs to be fattened up for my pleasure.

My servants will attend to him, stuffing him with food until his body swells to the perfect plumpness. I will watch with great interest as he is fed through his mouth, and then, when he is sufficiently tenderized, through his ass. The humiliation is as sweet as the anticipation of his ultimate fate.

And let us not forget the charming tableau I've prepared, with our spy positioned like a prized pig, an apple cradled between his trembling lips. How delightfully demeaning! How utterly scrumptious!

As he grows before my eyes, I will regale him with tales of the feast to come, where he will be the most coveted dish on the table. His terror will be my aperitif, and when the moment is ripe, I will devour him with the ravenous hunger of a thousand nightmares.

Let the feeding commence. Let us fatten this spy, transforming him into the most succulent offering for the monsters of my kingdom. And when the moon is high and the creatures of the night gather, we shall see just how sweet his fear truly tastes.