I could feel it rising. I had tried to control it but like everything that was suppressed, eventually it came back, more intense and bloodthirsty than ever.
Lust. The unmistakable feeling of lust.
I needed it.
I knew what the profile said. Serial killer. Serial rapist.
But I was no rapist. They came willingly. They knew exactly what was going to happen. Why else would they come? They wanted it. They were asking for it.
Well not to be killed of course but the sex, yes.
I wasn’t sure who my next victim was. I just knew I needed to find him soon.
I was hungry.
And a hungry woman needed to be fed.