Sleeping Dragon my heart has always been soaked in rocket fuel and sorrow

No words were exchanged in return and she was soon upon him, with jaws clenched tightly around Eli's neck. Having already said his piece, Eli remained silent and still, rooted firmly in the snow. He did not fear the concept of death— in fact, his life had been surrounded by it. Bloodshed had become a living part of him, however, being on the opposite end of the killing jaws had an unpleasantly surprising effect. His heart thrummed fast in his chest, but he accepted his fate.

Teeth failed to pierce skin, but her grip tightened even further.  The pressure upon his windpipe reached a new peak and Eli's breathing grew pained and labored. He wheezed and struggled for breath, but he fought not against her. Blindly loyal, his life was her's to take. His fate rested solely in her jaws.