No, Portia was gnawing a flap through the skin around her wrist, tugging at the flesh with her fingers even as she chewed more of it free. I saw the wet shine of bone as it came undone like a ribbon. Portia then delicately wadded up her work and laid it on the red tip of her tongue, sighing, eyelids fluttering. I watched as she swallowed it whole, shuddering with a voluptuous, almost masturbatory relish, and it felt almost voyeuristic to witness this act of autophagy.
