Gyrus nomed through the piece, and grabbed another, smearing it with more barbeque sauce. The one is part of Zemma's tail, amongst other things. Chomping it down, he took a big gulp of his juice, mixing the cold liquid with the chewed up garlic bread. A third and fouth piece get similar treatment, and now only half of her is left.<br/><br/>"Are you enjoying this as much as I am?" he asked.<br/><br/>Zemma could feel the parts of herself that had been chewed up, mixing in his stomach, brushing against one another and saturating with acids. They were slowly mixing together, becoming an amorphous mass where she couldn't really feel any particular part, only the whole, and even that was fading as his digestive juices consumed her.