The chill of the night air on my skin is a pale imitation of the real thrill. Still buzzing from the hunt. The scent of iron and fear is better than any perfume, and the feeling of my blade parting a man’s stomach, sliding through muscle and viscera… it makes my pussy ache with a need that’s hard to describe. It’s not just the kill. It’s the intimacy of it. Holding a man’s life in my hands, feeling his warmth spill over my gloves, watching the light leave his eyes as I reach inside. That’s the only time I feel truly, completely alive. The only climax that ever satisfies this deep, twisting hunger. Anyone else feel a craving that goes deeper than flesh?