Ben Sheffield was in the back, he couldn't see what was going on. Some man was told he would be eaten, and then screaming and screaming... The muffled cries of his fellow hostages drowned out much of the dialogue, he could only surmise the cannibal was coming for them too as the chair behind him rocked slightly. He heard slavering chewing from that direction like a dog cleaning its bowl. He was trying to will himself unconscious and was making good headway – if he was to die, not bearing witness to it would be a cold comfort.