[ There's the sick sound of her teeth in his neck, and the laughter still comes out as he gurgles. If there's pain, he doesn't acknowledge it, and when she lunges, he doesn't struggle. The blood drips down from his neck and into the white lab coat that he's wearing, staining it.
The sound only lasts so long until it becomes a gleeful wheeze, and the life begins to drain out of him. He falls limp, breathing shallowly with a sick grin on his face. It's not long before even that fades. ]
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The sound only lasts so long until it becomes a gleeful wheeze, and the life begins to drain out of him. He falls limp, breathing shallowly with a sick grin on his face. It's not long before even that fades. ]