Dec 6, 2021
The intimacy of being devoured
Of teeth chewing flesh, gourging as blood coats every surface. Something squishy, red, of bones broken and moved out of the way. Of the grunts of hunger and greedy hands tearing just to shove it into gnashing maw. Of looking them in the eyes and cradling their face, of desperate hungry eyes looking back. Needy. Devouring. Of eating you to the bone, of devouring you.