It turns like a knife, over and over, deeper and deeper, the urges and desires grow ever stronger with every beat of my cold heart.For what I lust builds within and the void must be filled. Cannot be bought, cannot be won, my prize must be taken, without mercy.
Stalking, searching, disecting all those around me with my eyes and unlocking their inner being with my mind, I will find my flavour.
I must fill the order, the order takes priority and all knowledge of good and evil, wrong from right are dissolved with any care for human life.
Time is the food of my desire, ever ticking and as it does so builds the urge, I must feed.
But now I see that which I desire, a young woman with a dark soul and beaming a look that screams 'danger lurks here'.
She begs the life that she gambles be taken from her and be placed aside, but should I watch more, for the joy of the hunt can not be executed with such haste. I shall watch, enjoy the movement of this dark creature, observe every detail and find every powerful energy that her body possesses, and then take my prize.
For tonight, this child of the night shall be my food, the gentle touch, but sharp bite to her neck will be ever so sweet, more beautiful than her unsuspecting flesh that she so easily displays.
She will be my meal, she will fill the order.
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