Silent but Deadly

Alexandra let out a strained groan, her arms trembling as she desperately held apart those tyrannical jaws. It was impossible to tell what was worse, the impending death that awaited if her strength failed her, or having to endure this things rancid breath as she fought for her life. Honestly, every time it exhaled and forced her to take a face full of that stench, like a dozen rotten eggs dropped in a vat of vinegar, it made her seriously consider just letting it kill her. 

The thick, heavy slabs of concrete that were covering her herculean arms began to develop a concerning web of cracks. Fissures drawing themselves across the stone with puffs of rock dust, each crack weakening her strength ever so slightly and allowing the jaws to inch closer and closer.