The Candy Killer: Horror

When asked why she'd done it, her only answer was, "Because sugar is delicious," she'd leaned forward, "sugar." The interviewer couldn't help her involuntary flinch back, the quick movement of the hand to cover bubblegum-pink lips, the widening of blueberry jelly bean eyes. "You," she added, "skin looks like peanut brittle. Come a little closer, would you, honey? I want to whisper my confession in your lo9vely curved ear." The interviewer did not move forward. Later, she would wonder whether if she had she would have got an exclusive--or a bite taken out of her. At the time, it very much felt like the answer was "a bite." The subject used to work in a candy assembly-line, the story went, until one day when they switched to an automated system. All the machines were painted bright candy cane colors to be--

Inspiration: Eating a tasty swath of cotton candy.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: This could be interesting, I suppose, but only in combination with something else. On its own, not so much so.