"You have two choices:"

A soft whisper, Douma's cold breath hits the back of your neck and a shudder goes down your spine. Right now, you're his prey, trapped in his embrace as he holds your waist tightly with his fingers, smiling innocently as if he wasn't thinking of sinking his sharp teeth in your skin.

"one— I will eat you, now,"

Resting his chin on your shoulder, Douma's hair brushes against your skin and it would be sweet, really, but his sadistic nature can't help but come out as a malicious smile appears in his lips at the sight of you struggling on his lap.

Humans are so fragile, he thinks, he really wants you to become part of him, precious fragile creature.

"or two— I will cut your arms and legs off, one by one, and eat them, slowly.."

His sharp teeth brush against your neck, as if he was going to give you a love bite, but you know he's only making sure you know how he can just.. tear your throat with his bare teeth, like some kind of animal cannibal.