The Inspection

Short Story. TW: Gore, Disembowelment, Torture, Predator/Prey Dynamics, Violence

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"Human, you say? Interesting..." she murmurs, beckoning you with a clawed finger. "Come closer, human. I won't bite."

Your stomach churns, a knot of dread tightening with every second. You know she will bite you; you just don't know when. Your eyes dart to the exit, but before you can flee, the raptor's arms lash out. With a violent jerk, she pulls you closer, her claws sinking deep into your flesh. Warm rivulets of blood trickle down your shoulders, staining your clothing crimson. Before you can scream, her large, warm snout presses against your throat. You freeze, paralyzed with terror.

The raptor takes a long, slow sniff. "Human," she breathes, "you smell delicious."

Her hot breath washes over your face, and the sinister glint in her eyes sends chills down your spine. With a swift motion, she rips your shirt open, exposing your chest to the cold air. Her eyes flicker with interest as she surveys your body, a predator assessing her prey.

"Such smooth skin," she muses, running a claw lightly down your chest. You wince as her claw traces a line to your abdomen, the sharp tip threatening to break the skin. Your heart pounds against your ribs. She chuckles, a deep, menacing sound that vibrates through you.

She jerks you forward, pulling you off balance. You stumble, and she catches you, her claws digging into your sides. With a powerful motion, she slams you onto the ground. The weight of her body presses you into the cold, unforgiving floor. Her large claws tear through your pants, shredding them effortlessly.

“Please,” you gasp, “don’t do this.”

She leans in close, her snout brushing against your ear. “Begging won’t save you,” she hisses. “But it’s amusing to hear.”

Her claws dig deeper into your skin, sharp pain radiating through your body. She begins to trace lines down your chest, her claws leaving thin, red trails in their wake. You cry out in agony as her claws continue to carve patterns into your skin. Each cut is deliberate, each touch designed to inflict maximum pain without causing immediate death.

The pain becomes excruciating, and you struggle to stay conscious. Your screams turn to choking sobs as her claws dig deeper, peeling back thin layers of skin with meticulous cruelty. She pauses occasionally to lick the blood from her claws and your wounds, the rough texture of her tongue sending jolts of agony through your body. The floor beneath you is slick with blood.

At the height of your suffering, she plunges her claws into your abdomen, disemboweling you with a swift, brutal motion. The pain is indescribable, a white-hot agony that blots out all other sensations. Your vision blurs, and you feel your strength ebbing away.

The raptor leans down, her snout buried in the gaping wound. As she feasts, she tears at your entrails with savage glee. Each bite sends shockwaves of pain through your body. Your vision darkens, the raptor’s grotesque form fading into the shadows. Your heart slows, each beat a struggle.

As you feebly try to push her bloodied snout out of your gut, you find her scales cool and rough against your skin—a surprisingly soothing sensation as numbness spreads through you and the world fades to black.