Constriction

She struggles weakly to get free but Rick's hold is immovable.
Sweat mixes with tears on her face. Dribbles run hot from his fingers and down her arm: they could be sweat, or blood from his fingers ripping through her flesh.
She tries to inhale but his hold is crushing.
Then comes a fiery pain between her breasts, where Timmy's head jerks backwards and forwards. She can only groan a fragile and pathetic whine as she realises he is eating at the flesh on her chest.
Unable to move she reconciles herself to death and begs it to come quickly.