Nika pushed herself up from the edge of the bathtub and made her way to the closed door. Putting her ear to the door she listened for any sign of movement in the bedroom. Hearing nothing she eased the door open and peeked her head around the corner. She let out the breath she was holding when she realized that the hand was no where to be seen.

She cautiously walked out in to the open of the bedroom, her eyes darting all over the room.
Nika was determined that the hand would not 'jump' her.
When she was fairly certain that the bedroom was empty, she stepped out into the dark hallway cursing herself for not leaving at least one light on. She inched along the wall, making her way to the light switch. When she reached the switch she paused for a moment listening. The apartment was eerily silent, the ony noise her heart pounding in her ears and that of her rapid breathing. She reached for the switch and was about to flip it up, when she felt the hand drop down from the shelf above her and onto her chest. It latched on to her ample breast and started digging. Nika screamed and grabbed on to the hand. She screeched in rage and horror as the hand continued to dig deeper. she felt the warmth of blood and saline as her left breast implant was punctured. Then the hand greedily moved on to her right breast. It dug it's furious digits in with gusto, and Nika felt the gush of more precious fluids escape her.

Nika, her mind screaming, knew she had to get the hand off of her. She pulled at it, but it held a flap of the torn flesh from her ruined breast with a death grip. The blood and saline were slippery on the hardwood flooring and she felt herself slipping and sliding from her efforts. She desperately ran for the kitchen the hand still at her breast like a hungry demented child suckling the very life from her. She ran to the knife block and in her haste knocked it over sending it crashing to the floor. She bent quickly to retrieve one of the steak knives and falling to the floor, she aimed her shaking hand at the creature. She plunged the knife into the hand with a scream of fury. She kept stabbing at it, the putrified flesh flying. Maggots fell onto her bleeding leg seeking purchase in the new dinner of flesh being offered up. Grabbing the hand, she ripped it loose from her breast. She felt the flap of skin tear as she screamed in agony. She hauled herself up. She shoved it's squirming, oozing mass into the garbage disposal, and shoving the stopper in to the hole blocking the creatures efforts to escape, she flipped the switch slamming it home. She held tight to the stopper as the machine shredded and shook.
She could hear the grinding of bones as the hand was ripped and pulverized. Then the shaking stopped. The machine was jammed.

Her hand shaking, Nika reached and turned the switch to off. She took a step away from the sink wondering what she should do. Was it dead?
Was it finally over? Nika looked down at her gore covered chest and choked back a scream. In her half crazed mind she needed to be sure it was dead. Nika stepped towards the sink cautiously. She leaned into the sink trying to see down into the garbage disposal unit. "Dammit"! she swore loudly startling herself. She took a deep breath and leaned closer. She lowered herself closer and closer, her head mere inches from the opening. She still couldn't see anything! She was starting to pull her head back when the hand shot forth from the disposal and latched onto her pretty face. It instantly went for her eyes, sticking two of it's remaining digits deep into her sockets. Nika heard 2 loud simultanious pops, and then ocular fluid coursed down her tear stained cheeks. she screamed in agony laced horror as she blindly flung her hands up to pull the beast from her face. Nika began to spin in blind circles as she pulled at the hand. The hand was now digging it's fingers deeply into her nostrils. She was having difficulty breathing as the blood ran down her throat, making it hard for her to take in the gulps of air her lungs were craving.
She sank to her knees screaming as her nose was torn from her face.

The hand saw it's opening and plunged into her mouth grabbing her screaming tongue. It pulled her tongue, ripping it out with inhuman force. Her screams turned to a gargle as the blood from her severed tongue gushed out and into her throat. Nika fell dying as the hand continued it's way down her throat. She reached her hands up in a last effort to fight and felt the huge lump in her distended throat.
She felt it squirming it's way deeper as her oxygen deprived lungs
gave out and her heart which had been beating harder than when she gave a strip tease dance at the hoochie club, finally stopped.
What was left of the hand crawled out of her mouth and made it's way back to the toilet, where it scaled the porcilan wall like a pro, and slid down the drain to search for another victim to slake it's thirst.