“. . . !”
Tyson hovers over me on all fours, his arms and knees pinning me down like a beast. It's pitch black, and I can't see a thing. It's just that Tyson's indistinct figure is in front of me. It's so dark that I can't see his face. But I can hear the low growl and see the white glint in his eyes glaring down at me. A lukewarm liquid drips down from Tyson's mouth onto my face. “Tyson. . . !” Suddenly taken by fear, I call out his name. It's Tyson, but its not. What do I do? I'm scared. I want to get away, but I can't. Because Tyson is. . .But if this keeps on. . . “Gahhh!” With a quaking roar, Tyson brings down his face to me. Feeling a piercing heat drive in to my neck, a shock hits me. He bit me!…show more content… . .” Tyson licks the blood running from my neck to my chest and slurps it up. With a gulp, a noise comes from his throat, sounding like it was delicious. “Ah. . .” When I notice, there are tears flowing from my eyes. I don't know whether its because of the pain, the sadness, or the agony. “Tyson. . .please, stop. . .” Tyson raised his head to my voice. The bestial look in his eyes locks on me. I can't find any ounce of reason in them. His mouth, wet with red blood, matches his tongue hanging out. My eyes well with tears at the sight of him. “Grrrr. . .” Whatever Tyson is thinking, he pulls himself up and slackens the force pushing me down. He takes his hand and legs off of me. “. . . !” “Grah!” He strongly bites into my neck as I try to escape, firmly biting down. I lose my strength to the pain, and I lost my chance to escape. I just try to push him off with all my might. “Stop, Tyson!” He holds my neck in his mouth, shaking around. Sinking his fangs deeply into his prey, as if telling it to stop resisting. The pain in my neck grows worse and worse: the sound of my artery pumping grows strangely loud. With his teeth in my neck, he flips over my body. “Ow. . Urk!” My posture warped, my neck hurts as if its cramped. I unwillingly follow Tyson's movements and lie face down. He finally takes his teeth out of my neck. He…show more content… . .ah. . .a. . !” With a low growl from his throat, I hear a splash. And a crunch. “. . .” My awareness starts to dim. Most likely because of all the blood rushing out of my body. But, more than that, like my chest is being torn apart, I feel something other than the loss of blood: the acceptance that I'm hopeless. The gaping hole is so dark and cold that I never expected it. I can't go back now, can I? Neither me, nor Tyson. . . Something like a faint chill runs down my muscles. Temperature loss from losing blood? No. It's not that, but an uncanny sensation. Something very pleasant. While losing everything, my brain had maybe at least relieved me of the pain. With most of the pain dimming away, my consciousness unhinges. It seems strange to me. Even like this, I don't feel any murderous intent from Tyson. Even though he's trying to kill me? Why? I thought. . .about hating him. . . A terrible sadness comes over me thinking of it, and tears come out. Even like this, I want to reach Tyson somehow. I turn my shivering arm, and lightly pet Tyson's head as he sucks up the blood from my shoulder. “You're precious to me.” “I never threw you away.” “I always want to be with you. .
