(Did he want her awake for all of this? Conscious and aware of him eating her chunk by chunk? She can't tell, she can't think. The tears keep running down her cheeks as he pulls on her hair and bites into her arm, another scream filling the room.
It's not just her soul he's eating, is it? It feels as if he's eating part of her very being with each bite. She can't describe it, but the parts of her that are feeling missing with each mouthful aren't just pieces of her body (or her soul, either way). Her life force, maybe? Personality? Memories? She can't piece it together right now; she's far too lost in pain and fear to compose much thought.
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It's not just her soul he's eating, is it? It feels as if he's eating part of her very being with each bite. She can't describe it, but the parts of her that are feeling missing with each mouthful aren't just pieces of her body (or her soul, either way). Her life force, maybe? Personality? Memories? She can't piece it together right now; she's far too lost in pain and fear to compose much thought.
Yet her hope remains.)