This is from one of the wips from eons ago that I'm contemplating using for this year's wipbigbang (It's Buffyverse)

The sound of crushing bone, a distinctive visceral noise, could make your guts clench. I felt the give of tissue and bone under my hands and it woke me up. The room reeked of fear and sweat. I tore the clammy sheets away from me and rolled to my feet. Ever since I was twenty years old, the bone-crunching dream had stalked my resting hours. Twenty solid years of nightmares and still counting. One would think I'd find expiation by now. Expiation, listen to me. You'd think I was some genius instead of a demon hybrid raised uneducated in hell.