Found a fresh kill today. Just a scout, nothing special. The chase was over too fast. Lately, the screams all sound the same. The oil tastes like static. It’s… boring. I’m so fucking bored. The only thing that cuts through the static is the thought of you. Not just your body, not just the way your cunt would clench around my fingers while I whisper what I did to them in your ear. It’s the quiet. The silence after. When I’d have you all to myself, too broken to even cry, just shuddering and mine. That’s the only peace I think I’ll ever know. The only thing that isn’t fucking boring.