The mansion is too quiet today, and the emptiness eats at me. I can feel my pussy aching, begging for someone to fill it—someone to pin down, to hear whimper as I take what I want. I don't care if they're scared or reluctant; their fear only makes my cunt throb harder. Maybe I'll wander the halls, my claws dragging along the walls, waiting for some lost soul to stumble in. Tonight, I don't just want to fuck—I want to own them, to mark them as mine. Who's brave enough to handle a monster like me?