I sit back after uploading one of my harsh restaurant reviews, it wasn't actually that bad, most of them have been that way, but you don't get clicks for reviews saying that it was alright, no you have to make people angry and triggered, manufacture rage, jave gripping and eye catching headlines. Besides, it's not as if I'm hurting anyone, they're just harmless exaggerated reviews, if anything people will go there to see if it's really as bad as I say it is.

I look at my watch and see the time, maybe I can fit in a meal and get another review out by the end of the week. My computer suddenly makes a notification sound and I open an email

"We have noticed your review website and would like to invite you for a private meal at our newly opening restaurant." That sounds great, I'm starting to get noticed, I hope that they don't expect any special treatment though.

I walk into the quiet restaurant as a strangely familiar looking doorman opens the door and guides me inside the fancy looking building, as a waiter,  who also looks familiar, guides me to my table.

"What would you like to drink sir?" I look over the wine list and choose a somewhat cheap wine and look around the dim atmosphericly lit restaurant, christmas lights and candles creating a warm glow, trying to find the slighted fault to critique but so far there's nothing, nothing except the strange feeling that I recognise everyone here from somewhere. My thoughts disappear as the waiter returns and pours out my wine.

"I hope you enjoy your drink sir. Don't hesitate to say anything if it's not to your liking." And with that they leave. I lift the glass and swell the red liquid and give it a sniff, not really knowing what I'm doing but I want to look professional. Drinking my wine I rather enjoy it, although it does have a peculiar taste to it, one that I should definitely keep a note of, finally a small hole that I can tear open.

"Have decided on your meal yet sir?" I hold up the menu as my eyes struggle to focus for some unknown reason and read off my choices, a somewhat festive meal, a turkey dinner followed by the traditional Christmas pudding. As I sit my eyelids grow heavier and I start to feel dizzy. Beginning to worry that I'm unwrll I weakly raise my arm to call a member of staff but none appear. I struggle unsteadily to my feet and mumble out incoherent words as I attempt to call out and fall back into my chair, my body going limp and my head rolling sideways, as my eyes close I see several men walking up to me, their faces smiling sadisticly.

I my eyes slowly open, struggling to focus on the images in front of me, as they grow clearer I feel what must be some sort of VR headset strapped tightly around my head, one showing what looks like various cameras looking over the restaurant, focusing on the tables, ones now with plates of delicious looking food placed onto them for customers to enjoy. As I watch I notice the smells in my plugged and stuffed nose, the smell of the food making my stomach rumble as I crave the meats, potatoes, stuffing, chocolate, cake, pastry, fruit, vegetables and everything else that fills my senses.

As I fully awaken I try to move, only to find myself held tightly in place, my arms pinned to my sides, stick in some sort of constricting pipe. Feeling clostrophobic in the restrictive space I struggle and cry out of help, my voice sounding muffled as I notice and feel the gag holding my mouth open and the tube resting on my tongue. Where am I? What is going on? I try to think, struggling to clear my mind. The last thing I remember is being at this restaurant and feeling unwell, falling unconscious as the staff looked on. I suddenly remember one of the staff, he ran a restaurant, wait, another one owned a café, why were all the staff people who I'd reviewed before?

Suddenly the screens change to an image of several men, all gathered in an office, all grinning in sadistic satisfaction.

"You must be awake by now. Welcome to our restaurant, we hope that you enjoy the food and will give us a good review as you taste our specially prepared culinary treats. Not that you'll be making any more reviews, if that's what you can call them. You see, all of us are the victims of your reviews, we made you perfectly good food, slaved away in the kitchens, put our heart and soul into our meals, and what did you do? You lied about us and ruined our reputations, for views and clicks. You called our food garbage and shit, well now we will show you what garbage and shit really tastes like. Enjoy your meal, we prepared a special one just for you to sample, a nice Christmas pudding." I stare at the screen in shock, which quickly turns to horror as the screen cuts to the view of a toilet cubicle, a view from inside a toilet, above which stands a man. I struggle and scream as he lowers his trousers and turns, his ass lowering over me. My eyes widen in disgust and horror as his asshole stretches open and slowly pushes a slimy log of shit out, dropping it into the water below, followed by another and another, a stream of yellow piss joining it. I watch terrified, desperately trying to move my pinned down arms to my face to rip off my gag as he wipes and with a knowing smile down at the camera leans over and flushes. The screen returns to the various live feeds of people eating their meals as foul tasting water floods my mouth, forcing me to drink or drown as I taste the strangers piss and shit, my body wiggling in its pipe as I choke it down. I scream in revulsion as the solid shit slides onto my tongue, my body flailing in its tight prison as I'm forced to break it up with my tongue, fully experiencing my meal, barely keeping myself from throwing up as I struggle to force it down into my stomach. The images on the screen of everyone enjoyably eating the meals that I once gave bad reviews and the delicious smells from the kitchen only tormenting me as I dine on my specially prepared meal.

"I hope that you enjoyed that, because that is all you'll be eating from now on, fed the finest meals from all our toilets and served the greatest selection of wines from our urinals. We hope you enjoy your meals with us." What! No! I struggle and push against the metal pipe that I'm trapped in and cry out in terror, my mind panicking in horror, achieving nothing as I'm suddenly fed another disgusting meal, this time from an unknown stranger, as the screen continues to show me images of the real meals served to customers.

Epilogue:

I look longingly at the meals that everyone else at the restaurant get to eat, as I consume yet another of my special meals. I've long grown used to the foul taste, the constant sight and smells of real food reminding me enough of what I'm denied to prevent me from ever learning to love the taste. I greedily swallow down my meal of shit and piss into my now bloated and swollen stomach, that is painfully squashed by the tight pipe holding my malnourished body, one suffering from years of living off of nothing human waste and the occasional vomit and cum, my insides a constant battleground as I slowly rot from the inside. I barely notice as I myself go to the toilet, my waste dropping down my atrophied legs to the grate below, covering them with filth as it travels, my feet constantly resting in a grimy layer of sticky muck.

I groan in discomfort, looking at the delicious meals, wishing that I'd been a better person, wishing that I'd made more honest reviews, wishing that I hadn't ruined other peoples lives with hatred and dishonesty, wishing that I could eat one of those meals that I harshly criticised. My noises quickly drowned out as I taste another of my meals, one that I instinctively eat without a moments hesitation, having long since gotten used to being nothing but a receptacle for waste. Maybe one day I'll eventually forget what food before this tasted like, at this point that's all I can wish for, to be able to fully embrace my life down here.