[ CW ] Tell a story simply by talking about the things a person eats .

The maw of death beared down on me, wet and hot, giant monstrous jaws slavering. I anticipated death like the others received. Poor crackers. All that was left were bits and pieces of the broken bones and ragged innards. Something was n't right though. 
 
 The first crunch came, hard and fast. How it hurt, I can barely describe the pain. But, for whatever reason, I remained mostly uninjured. 
 
 Here came the second bite, harder and faster than even the first. The beast did n't attack the others with such ferocity, what was special about me? 
 
 Then it happened. I was promptly spat out. Merciful God, the creature had decided to let me live, or so I thought. The last thing I can remember is whirling through the air, helpless, and smashing into the cold hard granite square flooring below. My body is broken, I ca n't hold on much longer. Please help me. I hear them. A whole chorus of those shrill evil shrieks coming my way. A feeding frenzy, I should have known better. 
 
 The others had it easy.
