Her eyes grew huge as several fingers on the hand over her mouth wiggled in a mock wave. She saw long, thin grey digits moving above her face, but they seemed to have too many joints to be human fingers and at the end of each digit a long and yellowed claw dangled dangerously. Her terrified gaze moved back to his face.

“Ah, yes,” Oliver said, “you now wonder just what exactly I am, do you not?” She could not move to answer him and sweat broke out on her forehead in response. “Unfortunately you would not believe me even should I tell you,” he said, “and besides, you no longer have the time to listen.”

Oliver’s double-jointed jaw snapped open and she watched in horror as a thick grey tube slithered from his mouth. Shaped something akin to an elephant’s trunk, this wrinkled and mottled proboscis quivered and dripped with slime, and at the end was a round opening surrounded by dozens of needle-sharp teeth. She watched as this obscenity slid from his mouth and moved directly toward her face.

Her body went into an almost epileptic frenzy of struggle as the alien thing approached her, the many tiny teeth gnashing the air as it neared its prey—but there was no escape.

Oliver jerked her head to one side to fully expose her neck and the end of his feeding tube latched onto her fevered skin. A tight suction formed where the mouth of the tube grasped her skin and her body jerked in surprise and pain as dozens of sharpened teeth sank into the flesh and then closed around a chunk of meat the size of a child’s fist. That mouthful of flesh and blood was ripped from her neck and swallowed whole. The bite also severed a jugular vein and Oliver began to gulp down the hot blood as her heart, fueled by adrenalin, frantically pumped her panicked life force into his waiting maw.

She continued to struggle, at first furiously but then weakly, and her resistance became less and less as her body lost liter after liter of precious blood. Oliver’s stomach slowly became distended from this liquid feast. Even when her heart finally quivered and beat its last, Oliver sucked forth the scant remnants of fluid from her vein, but eventually—and too quickly—she was only a dry husk and he sighed in regret. Yet his feast was not over; now to dessert.

With a faint popping sound the feeding tube disengaged from the girl’s skin and a thin line of blood trickled down her neck from the raw gaping wound. Like a swollen, grey mottled inch worm the feeding tube slid up the dead girl’s neck to her cheek—a trail of slime left on the skin in its wake. Oliver turned her head slightly toward him so the business end of the tube might find its way with more ease.

Her dead eyes stared at him—they were still wide open from the moments of terror she experienced just before she died. The feeding tube found her right eyeball and quickly covered it completely. Suction formed over the orbit, slightly drawing the eyeball up into the tube and the needle-like teeth in the mouth went to work. They quickly cut through the muscles which held the eyeball in place and this allowed the morsel to pull nearly loose from its socket. A final snip of the optic nerve and the eyeball was free and safe within the tube.

Oliver rolled the soft object around inside his mouth for a moment and then slowly squeezed the walls of his feeding tube together until the eyeball burst under the pressure. Delicate and delicious warm jelly splattered against the interior of his tube-mouth.

Ahh, ecstasy , he thought, his own eyes closed in epicurean delight. For a moment he savored the salty flavor as the thick juice slid down the long tube to his gut, and then he sought the second prize. His tube inched across the bridge of her nose and closed over the other eyeball. When this one was plucked free of its socket Oliver raised his feeding tube straight up in the air. He balanced the eyeball at the tip of the opening, resting it delicately atop the many needle-like teeth, and then he punctured the orb with dozens of sharp jabs. Jelly sprayed about the room and the glistening ball collapsed in on itself as thick goo ran down his feeding tube. He swallowed the flattened mass of tissue and jelly, and then with reluctance slowly drew the tube back.