[ He's not sure which would be worse, seeing how her face is changing or only having the subtle sound to go on like it is now. It's terrifying nonetheless, pushing his senses into hyperawareness and when she bites he tries to scream but it drowns all too quickly in his throat. Panic is driving his heart to pump fast and hard and he can practically feel the pop when her teeth sink into his jugular.
His hands are grasping aimlessly now, nails catching in her clothes or against the smooth surface of the wall without finding rescue. A rivulet of blood trickles down his throat, soaks into his shirt. ]