It's only tearing into him to get to what's inside. The thought comes, smeared with agony and crackling with fear.
His ribs are snapped, he can feel the jaws ripping them away. For a brief, pain-free moment, he sees clearly. Red eyes, fixed on his, a long tongue, coated in black as it licks over his heart.
When the pain comes back, it's a thousand times worse.
It has him. Mind and soul and memory. The acid of its saliva burns. Jagged teeth puncture and rend.
He's gone.
Heat. Agony. Smell of brimstone. Screams all around.
Hell.
And he's alone.