A whisper echoed from the gaping maw of darkness that was all that could be seen of the hovering creatures face.  "Nectus...Necti" it seemed to say simultaneously, almost as if there were more than one voice.  It shifted its grip on the scythe and pulled it out of her mouth, creating a sick popping nose as it passed her lips.  Clear fluid followed after it, whatever she hadn't been forced to swallow now running down her chin and onto her chest and the floor.  The scythe switched positions so that now the blade was aimed upwards and the Nectus pressed it against her sternum, between her two breasts.  With rhythmic strokes, the blade slid up and down her chest, leaving behind its foul secretions and gibbering mindlessly at the sensation.