This close to my face, the smell hits before the taste. I don’t stand a chance and begin gagging immediately, but force my lips shut with my palm and keep it inside my mouth, chewing fast and hard, praying for it to be over already. It tastes like old rubber and roadkill. Meanwhile, my family stares at me with utter disgust, like they don’t recognize me, and I don’t blame them. This is not me. I am not someone who rips out a stranger’s tongue, and I am certainly not someone who then eats the stranger’s tongue.
