But his head turned back down at Lola. She felt something stiff prodding her on the hip and she struggled harder than ever to get out from under the mountain of fat, but it was useless.

“Let me go, you fucking pig.”

Drool stretched from his lip and slithered over her neck. She felt it run down the creases. Then menacing pain as Jennings bent down and bit into her.

His head jerked and she felt the flesh rip. He was face to face with her again, chewing on a piece of her, fluttering his eyes. Blood ran down his chin, sprinkled her face.

The side of her neck throbbed and stung as the wind hit it. Warmth ran out of her as she took gasping breaths.

Jennings swallowed. “Mmmm, you’re...delicious.” He ground his hips and poked her with his iron cock. The hand that had been holding her wrist to the ground moved to her chest and kneaded her breast. Her shirt was ripped free and the cool air almost felt good, soothing. Then she felt his slimy tongue sliding across her flesh, his teeth biting down on her nipple. Soft at first, almost playfully, then hard. He groaned and chewed the dark flesh—his body shuddered.

Lola saw Daddy again. His glistening, spotted skin. His sunken, hungry eyes. Her hand went to her chest, came away covered in blood. Fingers hardened into claws and she reached up and raked them across his face. Red, jagged lines were drawn on his skin, but he only breathed harder. A smile pulled the corners of his mouth.

Open up for Daddy.

“N-no!” She jammed her thumb into his left eye, pushed until she felt it pop.

That got some attention. He rolled away and clutched his face, but only for an instant. The jelly that ran down his cheek was met by his tongue and he slurped it up. Then bared his teeth at Lola.

She turned her head, searched the ground for her gun. It had been in her hand when she left her car.

More pain. The skin above her collar bone tore free and Jennings let it hang from his mouth. As he chewed, he reached down, pulled her pants to the middle of her thighs.

“No...no!” She thrust her fist and caught him in the nose, felt it crack under her knuckles.

But he had her pants lower, almost to the knees now. He went for his zipper.

Lola spun her head, nearly shouted when she saw the black metal of the pistol just above her head. She reached for it...just out of reach.

Yes, baby. Daddy loves you.

Something hot and hard poked her, tried to invade her.

Spinning her head back toward Jennings, she screamed until the wound in her neck felt like it had torn wider. A growl crackled from her throat as she sat up and bit into him. She didn’t know what she bit, but her mouth filled with sweaty, squishy flesh. Her weight took her back to the ground, and the meat tore away. The back of her skull cracked against the pavement, sending sparks of light dancing in her peripherals. Coppery liquid and jelly-like meat filled her mouth, but the stream of vomit that rushed from her stomach pushed it out.