You die
Ouch! Its teeth nip at your calves. Clothes tear and then there’s pain. It’s like someone’s sinking a searing blade into your flesh.
Make that a bunch of searing blades. You fall to the ground, rolling through the leaves, but the hound won’t let go of you. It lands on your back, its weight pressing you into the dark soil. Then it sinks its second head into your thigh and its third into your side.
Ripping and tearing, the beast feeds from you. There’s no escaping your gory fate.