In The Flesh(Teeth)

9

I feel a light mist spray my face as I rip the tiny human apart. I lift my hand to my face and see red on my claws and the cracks on my skin. I lick my lips and savor the flavor of the blood.

The human screamed for me to stop after I had ripped their fingers off. The screams only fueled my anger.

I had caught the human in one of our nesting houses when I rounded the corner of a row of sacs. It had been trying to cut all the sacs open, presumably to search for a lost loved one. When I saw the white liquid that helped soothe and sedate the humans on the floor, I was surprised. Then I saw the mangled bodies of children that had barely clawed their way out of their human mothers. I also took note of the wasted blood. I became angered.
My spines raised and my mouth opened into a loud screech of rage. I will gladly mutilate this murderer as the human begs for mercy.

"You deserve this," I hiss.

I discover it is a male after shredding the clothes. I snarl and my mouth opens up, my long tongue coming forward to slice at the man. He screams more and I feel the need to feed. It builds in my chest and I can't help but bend my head down to his chest, just above the heart. I drink the hot liquid and feel my pleasure rise.

I need this, I want this.

I shudder as I finish feeding. The man has fallen silent, the paralytic venom in my mouth doing the trick of quieting him. Now I slowly rip his body in half and throw it to the side.