His throat is there before me, a column of white and blue veins. I stretch my jaw and bite. Teeth sinking into the meat of his neck. The crunch of larynx and spurt of arterial blood into my mouth. I tear, rending his flesh, fingers digging beneath his collarbones, ripping and yanking and wrenching until the gurgling of his breath fades and his body’s twitching stills beneath me. I sit back, breathing hard, slick with blood and blazing with triumph.
