It's the night of the full moon. I've been cornered in a cave in the deep forest, far too deep for anyone else to hear me if I were to scream, far too deep to even dream of escaping. Thoughts filled by nothing aside my pursuer, a large beast of fangs and teeth, drool and instinct. I am nothing in the way of their desire and I can *feel* that they will get what they want. They lumber forward, closing in my space until the air tastes like warmth and a heady wild musk. I am not offered the mercy of a moment to think as they sink their teeth deep into me, shocking me to my core as I do nothing but stare at the perpetrator. I am nothing but a chew toy in their grasp <3