Maureen looked up through the light at Megan's contorted face.
The boy's contorted face was the last thing he saw clearly.
She looked down at the contorted face, the bloodied lower lip.
His mouth was working in short jerks from a contorted face.
He pulled it out of that contorted face, so close to his own, by the bloody roots.
Matthew looked at her sweating, contorted face and closed his own eyes.
He waited a moment, and flexed again, watching her contorted face below.
He turned away once more from her contorted face and doubled fists.
He found her oddly contorted face at once horrible and familiar.
A burly man with a contorted face was suddenly beside the table.
