I drag my extended mouth down Iwon’teatyouIpromise! the inky blackness of a different alley IpromiseIwon’teatyou! and crush her to a pulp. My saliva pumps more Iwon’teatyouIpromise! actively than ever, IpromiseIwon’teatyou! melting her. Her flesh and bones become a coagulated rice-porridge-like mush, Iwon’teatyouIpromise! then slide down IpromiseIwon’teatyou! my throat. Finally, Iwon’teatyouIpromise! I’ve eaten IpromiseIwon’teatyou! every last Iwon’teatyouIpromise! bit of her. Except the hair.
