Hunger Inside bocadelinferno
Hurt, watching them fucking hurt me, as much as I wanted X happy, it meant I was alone, I could do alone, but I was use to him being around following me like a puppy. She was alive, his mate was alive, and yes I rejoiced, but I cursed as well. I’m a monster, selfish, and cruel.
Everything is capable of doing bad things, things they regret. Difference, I didn’t regret the things I did. I killed with such abandon, creatively, cruelly, and usually the mortal men I chose to fuck.
The night was dark, humid and inviting. Millions of smells traveled through my nostrils, teasing them with the virtual smorgasbord of food walking the streets: Chinese, and French cuisine tempting me to snack before my dinner. But I didn’t indulge, watching my figure was all-important since she was in the picture.
Stiletto’s clicking as I walked, I enjoyed the sound, and the memories they brought with them. Memories of carnage, and torture with those wonderful heels, and I had countless pairs of shoes. The appreciate glances only fuelled my hunger. It had been awhile and I was ravenous.
Entering the posh restaurant, I scanned the room for a possible victim, as I slid into my seat with anticipation, ready to sate my growing hunger for something more than just food.
Everything is capable of doing bad things, things they regret. Difference, I didn’t regret the things I did. I killed with such abandon, creatively, cruelly, and usually the mortal men I chose to fuck.
The night was dark, humid and inviting. Millions of smells traveled through my nostrils, teasing them with the virtual smorgasbord of food walking the streets: Chinese, and French cuisine tempting me to snack before my dinner. But I didn’t indulge, watching my figure was all-important since she was in the picture.
Stiletto’s clicking as I walked, I enjoyed the sound, and the memories they brought with them. Memories of carnage, and torture with those wonderful heels, and I had countless pairs of shoes. The appreciate glances only fuelled my hunger. It had been awhile and I was ravenous.
Entering the posh restaurant, I scanned the room for a possible victim, as I slid into my seat with anticipation, ready to sate my growing hunger for something more than just food.