This is truly horrifying. It looks like May is being crushed or consumed by Ralph's gunt. Look at her cold, lifeless eyes. Her vision is probably starting to fade, her lungs being unable to provide enough oxygen for her brain under the pressure of the gunt. Look at her horse-mouth, open and struggling for air. And look at Ralph's face. Look at the glee and hunger in those eyes as he takes another victim's life. His mind is probably wandering back to that cold, lonely night behind an Arby's when he first knew the adrenaline rush of squeezing the life out of someone. This is what will be running through my mind as I am falling asleep tonight, clutching a bottle of vodka, trying to forget.