Mathusta grabbed the man off Jo’s back and pinned him face up on the bed. “My aren’t you a tasty treat!” Its smile like the glistening of a thousand razors.

Jo flew off the bed, landing back against the wall. He closed his eyes tightly. Keep them open, watch! It demanded in his mind.

“Oh god! Oh god! What is it? Get it off me!” The man flailed about in vain, It held him tight in place. “God? There is no god!” It said as it began to eat him… slowly.

First a hand, then another, and then a foot. It used its power, kept the man alive, awake and feeling. It got off on the fear, the pain, the screaming. It worked its way slowly toward the torso, make it last as long as possible.

Jesus! The screaming… I wish there was a Jesus to make it stop. Jo thought, as blood splashed across his face.

The man continued to scream as long as he had parts to be physically able. Mathusta saved the head for last, he was still alive as It took the last bite.

Jo sat against the wall, weeping. Let this end, please.