The brain lacks pain receptors, and Charles did not feel what Anna's tongue was doing to his brain.
The gush of blood from the wound dyed Charles' entire head into a blood-soaked gourd.
At this point, he could no longer care about that as he saw a sticky clump of white brain matter being stripped away by Anna's tongue and stuffed into her mouth.
That was his brain! Anna was eating his brain!
"Hehehe, so delicious, Charles, you taste so good…" Anna's cross-pupiled eyes were filled with greed, as her smooth, fair skin cracked open and pitch-black twisted tentacles stretched out endlessly.
"Shanshan…" Charles struggled to move his eyeballs to look towards his daughter.
The hybrids of tentacles and eyeballs calmly hovered in mid-air, not moving at all, just quietly watching as their mother ate their father.
At this moment, everyone had betrayed him, and deep despair welled up in Charles' heart.
