It growled and huffed blood dripping from its gaping mouth, its teeth like daggers waiting to swallow me whole. I weeped in agony as blood pooled out of my leg – or what was left of it. Tears streaked my cheeks as I reluctantly accepted my horrific demise. It loomed over me waiting to end my sorrow but taking joy in seeing me squirm. It rose. It creaked. It left.