Donny's eyes went wide from the pressure.
He stared at Dorian's face with an expression that shifted between excitement and pain.
Then he let out a loud scream, loud enough to startle the birds perched atop a street lamp nearby.
The sensation of his life being drawn out, drop by drop, was far worse than any wound. His body spasmed, and the knife in his hand trembled along with the rest of him.
Then, with a loud cry and mustering every ounce of strength he had left, he flipped the knife, now holding it with the tip facing upward.
He felt Dorian's fingers digging deep into his shoulder when he closed his eyes, but he was glad Dorian was too distracted to notice.
Without hesitation, he shoved the knife deep into the tendril connected to Dorian's body.
Dorian's eyes snapped open immediately, followed by a loud, distorted scream, one that sounded nearly identical to a beast in agony.
