Sawnoob

"You think running will save you? I feel your fear, your heat, every trembling breath you try to hide. I don’t just want to kill you—I want to own every inch of you. I’ll press my blade slow against your skin, make you beg, make you scream, but not from pain—from craving more. When I catch you, you’ll break apart under me, wanting the dark touch you never thought you’d need. You won’t die screaming. You’ll die needing me."