It struggled against the intrusion, a firm, wriggling worm of flesh and
life. Sinew and muscle shrieked and squealed in pain as the unforgiving
metallic bite indeed bit, spliced, and skewered into it. He, too, bit
into the noise and severed it; it splattered out of his oral cavity and
fell lifeless to the floor, leaving but a trace of acidic bile in its
wake.

And it was gone and done, but the blood...the blood continued to flow,
copper twinges of distaste that were impossible to forget amalgamating
with saliva; the slashed fibres of tongue were left hanging limply out
from his lips.



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Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Midsummer, in the year 126 MA.