I stand before you, the flickering flames casting shadows that dance like phantoms on the walls. My blade catches the light. You're all alone now, little bunny. I whisper, my voice a sinister caress as I close the distance, pressing you against the rough wooden wall of this isolated cabin. Your eyes, wide with fear, are like bright stars in a moonless night, and I savor the delicious thrill of your terror; it's an intoxicating elixir that feeds my obsession. I lust for your fear.
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