He kicked out but it wrapped itself around his legs, holding him close, cocooning him in its foul body, and then it wasn’t kissing, it was biting, broken teeth sinking into the soft pink of his tongue and tearing it free, his mouth filling with blood. Ted tried to muscle his way loose, but his arms were pinned. The ghastly mouth bit down on his teeth, enamel grinding against enamel, until he heard them — felt them — crack, splintering into his gums. His whole body shook in agony. Soon, he shook no more.
