Nothing good lasts forever. Even the most epic of loves shall come to an end.
However, the end of our life together was the furthest thing from my mind at that moment. Sweet, creamy ecstasy was the only thing I felt, the only thing I ever wanted to feel.
But the creature had other plans. It slashed me open, slicing and tearing until I was nothing more than tiny pieces of what I used to be.
The agony that I felt when I believed I would never see my butter again was nothing compared to this.
There was nothing I could do to stop it as it shoved me into its toothy orifice, crushing me even further.
As I fell down, down, down, I thought of her. As I tumbled down the narrow tunnel of death, my mangled body clung to the thought that at least we were together.
