Gretel struggles under the assault, unable to free herself, but it's the sudden sinking of teeth into her flesh that makes her go suddenly still.
There's a dreadful certainty, a certain intimacy and understanding of her own horrors associated with the very act of eating that make her realize that this is what this...thing is doing. It's not just biting to attack her, it's eating her.
It stirs a little strength in her, this realization of terrible purpose. It's enough to haunt her, to give her the means to finally reach down, and in fumbling, slippery hands, grab at the knife she'd scavenged.
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Gretel struggles under the assault, unable to free herself, but it's the sudden sinking of teeth into her flesh that makes her go suddenly still.
There's a dreadful certainty, a certain intimacy and understanding of her own horrors associated with the very act of eating that make her realize that this is what this...thing is doing. It's not just biting to attack her, it's eating her.
It stirs a little strength in her, this realization of terrible purpose. It's enough to haunt her, to give her the means to finally reach down, and in fumbling, slippery hands, grab at the knife she'd scavenged.