Charles decided that the best course of action would be to distract the animal. Thinking quickly, Charles turned to grab the already damaged doll. To his shock and dismay, the doll was not where he had left it. Charles turned back to the giant dog that was holding its ground.

A sound behind him drew his attention, and Charles spun around to see what it was. A woman was moving toward him, with golden hair, and a delicate frame, and a broken face. Charles screamed as he looked into the damaged woman’s faceless head. He backed away, then remembered the dog, and turned back to face the seemingly greater threat.

Charles’ heart was pounding, his soul already trying to escape his chest. Charles felt arms wrap around him, holding him still. It might have been affectionate before; except now he was afraid of the doll-girl he had made love to. She held him tight, and the dog advanced.

Charles’ screams echoed through the room, not in ecstasy this time, but in fear and pain. The dog didn’t bother nibbling at his toes, nor did it repay Charles in kind with a ruined face. The beast went straight for his belly, and slowly devoured Charles’ flesh while the doll held him captive.

For a few moments, Charles was alive to watch his own intestine being removed and eaten by the beast. Charles died in the arms of his lover, it might have been a fitting end to the romantic he had always been, if it hadn’t been for the dog’s muzzle buried in his corpse.