The Scariest Thing in the World

Pistons and gears.

When applying the proper amount of pressure, a "Click" is heard echoing in the hall. The machine's last victim let out a horrifying wail, "It can't be!"

As I entered the cold and neglected alcove, I saw the dreaded machine.  The last victim was a husk of her former self. I started to lose my vision; it was beginning to be hazy, as if the machine's dark fingers were starting to cover my eyes. I got on.

"Click."

Its fingers repelled.

169 lbs.

So starts my diet.