Sushi: Horror

Shivers crept up her spine as she saw the wicked knives flashing. The fish never had a chance. There was a single chop of the chef's knife and a deft sweep of his hand and the fish flopped once and was forever silent. A wave of applause greeted the presentation as the chef proceeded to swiftly slice the flesh into wafer-thin pieces that would be greeted with outcries of delight by his patrons. She shivered inside. That fish could just as easily have been her, she knew. She still wasn't in the clear. She'd managed to escape the holding pen to crawl into the ductwork, and so far they hadn't thought to look for her there, but she didn't know how the hell she was going to make it out of the restaurant. It had all started so innocently. She'd been flattered when one of the big moneymakers at the firm had invited her out for sushi.

Inspiration: It's cold. I was shivering.
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Notes: I kinda like this--fish by day, human flesh by night. No idea how she'll get out of her predicament, or if there's anything else here that would make this worth writing. I'm trying to be more discriminating about my story ideas, though. Lord knows, I've already got plenty of 'em.