[ She's not even sure if she's still shouting, or screaming, but it feels like she is. She's being pulled at from all angles, and the pain is blinding, overwhelming.
Her fingers are slick with her own blood when they strike his, but they grasp his hand and tangle up in it, refusing to let go. Her ears flood with the beating of her heart and the wet, sickening sound of flesh being slurped and sucked up- hers, his. The struggling has stopped, though the pain hasn't, and the world swims in a way that makes her nauseous, but that might just be from having to hear herself being devoured.
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Her fingers are slick with her own blood when they strike his, but they grasp his hand and tangle up in it, refusing to let go. Her ears flood with the beating of her heart and the wet, sickening sound of flesh being slurped and sucked up- hers, his. The struggling has stopped, though the pain hasn't, and the world swims in a way that makes her nauseous, but that might just be from having to hear herself being devoured.
End, please just let this end. ]