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       Her teeth sink in and blood trickles down his shoulder.  The crimson drops slide down his chest, leaving residue like a snail.  His eyes squeeze shut, blocking out the searing pain that thunders through his form.  Her sharp pincers slowly withdraw from his flesh, leaving two small holes, the size of thumbtacks, in his body.  The expertly tanned skin is smooth, but interrupted by the red marks on the round of his shoulder.  Her head draws back, but still hovers over his twitching form.  His mouth falls open, letting the screams explode into the air, disturbing the perfect silence. He grabs his shoulder with a silky, bronze hand, patch