The bite is a different kind of pain. It’s not the momentary sharp sting of a crop. It’s not the wide satisfying impact of a palm. It’s not the dull ache and tingly numbness you get from being bound. It’s more intimate, more aggressive, makes every inch of your flesh feel vulnerable. An open mouth pinches together the skin, pulling it from the muscle and bone below and then applies prolonged pinpoint pressure. Accompanied by warm, wet breath, the lick of the tongue at the center - tasting. The act of biting initiates a primal panic, one that leaves you clawing and writhing to be free of the teeth before it breaks off a piece of you.