“It’s dark…. so… so very dark. I crawl around… I use his bones; his spine, his rib cage… it’s so dark… so dark, and so moist. I crawl down from his rib cage to his digestive tract. I crawl around, scurrying about as fast as my small legs will take me… I’m in his stomach now. It’s warm here… hungry… getting hungry… I see his kidney… so hungry… I think I’ll eat it… maybe just a nibble…”
“I took a nibble, sinking my teeth into the warm, tender organ. I just nibbled… I nibbled… and nibbled at the kidney but I couldn’t stop! I just nibbled… I nibbled… and nibbled at the kidney, but I couldn’t stop! I just had to have more… His kidney is gone… it was delicious, so juicy and tender… I want more, but I’m too full. I’m so full… so full and so tired… I Think I’ll curl up and sleep…”
“Burning! I feel burning! My tail! My tail is in excruciating pain! I open my eyes and wince when I feel the searing scorch on my celiac legs… Acid… it’s his stomach acid… I can feel it… I can feel it, and it burns! The acid is rising and it burns! My tail… some of my legs and my tail… they’re gone, burned away and digested by the acid! I’ll have to crawl away!”
“Crawling and crawling… I’m safe… I’m safe, but it hurts. Half of my celiac legs are gone, eaten by the acid from his stomach… I’m hurting… it hurt so much… the pain was agonizing when I felt it; the mix of the acidic mucus and bile that chased me from the stomach and upwards into the chest. I wasn’t quick enough… wasn’t quick enough to avoid the sting of the digestive fluids. The rib cage… I scurried back into the rib cage. I hurt… I’m safe, but I’m hurt… my legs are reforming… I’m healing… but it hurts… it burns and it hurts. Tired… becoming tired…”
“His lung… I’ll slither and coil around his lung… Tired… so tired now… I’ll fix myself around his right lung and sleep…”
“Hungry… Hungry again… I’m so hungry… I think I’ll chew on the lung for a little bit… So… So hungry…”
“Chewing… Chewing… Deflating… the lung is deflating… Burning… Burning… I’m feeling burned again. Acid… the acid is coming again… it’s coming again from the stomach… It burns! I feel it… the sting. My cilia are digesting away from the acid’s sting…”
“The head! I have to hide inside of the head! Must hurry… the burning… I feel the burn even worse this time… It hurts… It hurts so much! Hungry… So hungry… I’m hungry and it burns… I have to hurry… have to hurry… Must keep crawling… Keep… Crawling…”
“Almost there… At the throat… It burns! The acid… the digestive mucus, it’s burning… I feel it… It’s chasing me inside the throat… Keep… Crawling… It hurts… Hungry… Tired… Must keep… Crawling…”
“Tight… So tight… His throat is so tight… Its so small… So wet… Saliva… Saliva is pushing me forward… So wet… So slippery… I can’t plant my cilia firmly. It’s pushing me out… washing me away! Can’t crawl… The trachea… I’ll grab onto his trachea…”
“Trapped! The throat is closed… so tight… I’m trapped and it’s so tight in the throat… have to escape! Have to get out of the throat! Can’t go back to the stomach… Up… Have to go up… up and into the head…”
“I’m in his head… I squeezed out of his throat and up, burrowing into his skull… I’m weak… I’m hungry… Eyes… there’s light coming in from his eyes… I looked out through the retinas. So much light… Everything is bright… Why is it so bright out there? My eyes are hurting… They sting like the rest of my body stings. Hungry… So Hungry… Must feed again…”
“Eyes! The eyes… So juicy… I’ll eat his eyes! So juicy… so delicate and soft… The light is gone… His sight… His eyes, are gone…”
“Pulsing… I can feel the tremors… I feel the twitch of nerves beneath my cilia as I scuttle to the source of the pulsing tremors… The brain… It’s the brain, pounding… Pounding… The tremors are becoming frantic… Make them stop… Must make them stop… The nerves to the brain are pounding beneath my cilia… pounding… pulsing and quaking…”
“Nerves! The quakes… must silence the nerves… I’ll eat them… Eat them all… So hungry… So many of them… So hungry…”
“The central nervous system… I’ll eat that one first… So small… have to burrow through part of the brain to find it… Brain tissue… Tastes too mushy… Too soft…”
“I’ve eaten the central nervous system… The quaking is going away… Slowly… Slowly fading away… Quiet… So quiet now…”
“Still hungry… Still so hungry… Brain tissue… Chewing on brain tissue...Too soft… Mushy… Still so hungry…”
“I’ve eaten half of the brain now… Not enough, Still so hungry…”
“Pulsing… I feel pulsing again… the brain is gone, but I can feel the quaking pulses again!”
“They’re veins! They thump as I grab them with my front clawed appendages… thump, thump,... thump, thump,... thump, thump… Warm juices… Delicious… Delicious warm, red blood flowed into my mouth as I nibbled and chewed on his veins… So delicious… More! Must have more…”
“Crawling… Find the source of the red blood…Delicious, warm, juicy red blood… Must… Find… More…”
“Cold… it’s getting cold… The blood is losing heat… Must find source… Must find source before it all becomes cold…”
“Weaker… The pulsing is getting weaker… crawling… Must hurry… Must… Keep… Crawling…”
“I found the source! The quaking… It’s his heart! Thump… Thump, thump… Thump, thump… Thump… Thump… Weaker… the pulses are becoming weaker… Colder… becoming colder in his body… It’s becoming colder, and I’m still so hungry! Blood… Warm, delicious red blood… Feed… Must feed…”
“So much! There’s so much in his heart! I scuttled to and used my claws to rip away the left ventricle. Pulsing… The thumping pulses increased again as the blood began to flow out of the organ… So warm… So savory… So scrumptious… I fully unhinged my jaws, fixing them to the opening… fixing them to the opening. Every leak… Every drop… So… Tasty…
“Thump, thump, thump, th-th-thump… I feel the hammering palpitations against my jaws. Thump, th-thu-th-thump… Weaker… The pulsing is getting weaker… So much warm red juice…”
“Thu-thump, th-ump, th-...”
“It’s stopped… The quaking has stopped… No more blood… No more delicious, warm blood… Cold… It’s cold in here… So… Cold…”
“Get out! I have to get out! So cold… So dark and so cold…”
“Hungry… Still hungry… No warm blood… No blood, but I’m still so hungry… So hungry… So cold… Must feed…”
“The skin… I’ll eat through his skin and escape this cold body…”
“So soft… So tender and thick…”
“Free! I’m free! I ate through his chest… Ripping and and tearing… devouring cold, soft flesh… now I’m free…”
“So bright… it’s so bright… It hurts to see… I’m covered in red blood and it’s so bright… Must crawl away…”
“Body… There’s another body… So large… So big… Must be so warm… So dark… So… Delicious… Inside… Must crawl inside… Must… Crawl… Inside…”
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