"You are not a mole," Kruger said, oblivious to Thanh Van's internal struggles. The sergeant merely thought the beauty was so angry it brought tears to his eyes. "But you don't appear to be just a regular player either. So, who - or should I say - what are you?"
The parasite had reached the back of Thanh Van's front teeth. The slick body pressed against his enamel, begging to be let out. This time, there was no way he could swallow it down.
With a gut-wrenching 'HUEK', Thanh Van retched at Kruger's feet, the dark wriggling mass of coagulated blood hitting the floor with a wet 'splat'. It twitched and squirmed, the pale long tail whipping the air before Kruger's boot pulverised whatever it was.
A deafening silence fell over the two.
