Answer:
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
What kind of running means walking?
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
Said to have fifty shades