He'd slit her throat open like it was an apple.

Her throat would not open and let the words out.

The throat opened into a round tube, ready to eject the column of fire.

My throat wouldn't open to let me form any words.

His throat opened, and there was the blessed bliss of thirst.

She glowed faintly like the sea, and her throat opened into a second smiling mouth.

She was as expert as ever, her throat open like a drain.

Behind her lay a dead Dremord, his throat opened from one side to the other.

Would it make everybody happy if I clawed his face and then he sliced my throat open?

Her throat opened a little, as she forced calm on herself.