Oat Montien. Granta Magazine of New Writing : Horror Issue.
“…And as I licked for what seemed like minutes, I slowly became conscious of the fact that there was no way my licking was going to stop this blood from pouring out. And yet I couldn’t stop licking. I didn’t want to stop licking, because another surprising realization was forming in the back of my mind, something that had never even remotely occurred to me before, a realization that made me want to lick and lick faster, and keep licking forever…”
The Infamouse Bengal Ming by Rajesh Parameswaran