Bellows leaned against the table. “Smile, boss. It’s not that bad.” The scream stopped. The pain went with it, but then another scream started. This one from deep in Bellows’s throat. Helena watched, fascinated, as his eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth stretching impossibly wide. The skin strained, pulled tight. A nauseating crack as both jaws broke at once, and the man’s face split from his lips back to his ears. The top of his head flipped open, like a mangled Venus flytrap. His scream tapered off into a gargle, then even that went silent as he slid to the floor.
