His body felt heavy. His tongue had started to regenerate, but when he felt it inside his mouth, something was wrong. This was not how a tongue was supposed to feel.
Damon stuck his tongue out of his mouth in hopes of getting a good look at it, or whatever was left of it. He expected to see blood and regenerating flesh.
What he saw was both astounding and terrifying.
His tongue was longer.
No, not just longer.
It was really long. Long enough that it extended slightly farther than a dog's tongue.
When he gazed down, Damon suppressed the raw urge to scream at what he saw.
His tongue, or what should have been a tongue, was now a pale white maggot like thing with a human face and a mouth like a beast filled with serrated teeth. It had its own smaller tongue writhing inside, and small beady dots in place of eyes.
Damon could feel it.
His nerves still controlled it.
This was without a doubt his tongue.
Then his tongue moved with a disgusting crunch.
