Grouse Thicket a fresh new grave, a corpse i crave

Blood, glorious blood! Oh, how it gets his heart racing! It’s the hors d'euvre before the main course. He’d tear her flesh and swallow it whole, but not quite yet.

She may not want to feed on him, but she did want to rip a chunk out of him. She’d get what she desired. His tender skin was no match against her bear trap of a jaw. Parasite was flung to the side, and a part of him was left between her teeth.

How rude! he thought. Well, now he had to return the favor. Parasite lashed out towards her shoulder again.