It grabs me by the throat in its piercing teeth, the long white sabers sinking through my neck, choking me off in blood. I writhe, helpless, panicking. It engulfs my body in its hot, moist, rank breath. My head becomes soaked in the viscous liquid it drools out, rolling between its teeth and off its forked tongue because my pain is mouthwatering. The long scythes that are its claws are ripping and tearing at my body, causing me to fall to shredded, bloody pieces,and the horrible helpless agony of it, the prolonged devouring of my skin and bones and life, but

nothing has me, so

the beast is biting, ripping, tearing inside my gasping throat. The bleeding runs down my inner walls. I writhe against an invisible enemy, one that devours from under my skin and boils with rage within my stomach and lungs. Its drool is the thick clear liquid soaking the inside of my head, suspending the contents, thoughts, in a blurred, horribly foul limbo. I am ripped apart by internal claws, my body falling apart even as it is a perfect shell, bloody, raw, scraped innards. It devours my life and everything that I am, that's what it is eating as it tosses its head in delight and enjoyment because it has me. It's eating my soul. And the scream, that comes from a place deep within me, and mingles with the overwhelming fury of its roar.