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Teeth. Biting, biting. Teeth. Holy, cursed, black liquid, black blood, burning her mouth, burning her alive. She kept biting. She kept ripping, pulling, fighting, clawing, thrashing, using her teeth, swallowing down his blood. She is not a meal. She is not a victim. She will be avenged, and her hands will be the weapon, her mouth the tool. She won't let it happen. Not again, not again. She will not be a helpless babe caught in an older man's jaws.
So she clamps down her own. On his neck, on his neck. Her little human teeth. Tearing out his throat.
It burns, like shattering into pieces. But she is the one who shattered herself, and she's always been able to put herself back together. Her mother didn't save her, but Hannah will save herself. She swallows.