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God, I'm feeling sadistic tonight and it feels so good. I look around me and I can feel other people's pain just radiating through the air. I can almost taste it, taste the sorrow, despair, and hate that's rolling off of them in waves.

I grin to myself and lick my teeth, bowing my head into the shadows. Oh what kind of fun will we have tonight?

Oh this one's strong... it's black and thick in the air, I can see it now. This pain is brand new... death, perhaps? No, I think it's loss of dignity. Ah, yes. The sickly sweet taste of rape in a dark alley. Oh there she goes, holding herself and stumbling down the street.

I follow her at a distance, watching her wrap her arms around her shoulders and crying... those fingers clutching that sweater so tight. Her pain flows past her in the breeze and into my domain. I lick the air, savoring it as it swims through me. I relish the thought of holding onto her, taking all that pain for myself. But we know I can't do that...

I step up my pace, growing a tad closer. She hears my footsteps and a deliciously fresh wave of fear explodes from her, weaving itself with her black pain. She quickly glances behind her and nervously accelerates her steps. I breathe deeply, sucking down this new fear and pain, tasting it, wanting it, feeding on it.
She hears me again and I am almost pushed away by the explosive force of her terror. She sprints away, trailing a long wave of red and black behind her.

Sigh, what a pity, missing that delectable mixture. But I digress, I've fed well tonight. There will be more. There always is.

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God, I'm feeling sadistic tonight and it feels so good. I look around me and I can feel other people's pain just radiating through the air. I can almost taste it, taste the sorrow, despair, and hate that's rolling off of them in waves.

I grin to myself and lick my teeth, bowing my head into the shadows. Oh what kind of fun will we have tonight?

Oh this one's strong... it's black and thick in the air, I can see it now. This pain is brand new... death, perhaps? No, I think it's loss of dignity. Ah, yes. The sickly sweet taste of rape in a dark alley. Oh there she goes, holding herself and stumbling down the street.

I follow her at a distance, watching her wrap her arms around her shoulders and crying... those fingers clutching that sweater so tight. Her pain flows past her in the breeze and into my domain. I lick the air, savoring it as it swims through me. I relish the thought of holding onto her, taking all that pain for myself. But we know I can't do that...

I step up my pace, growing a tad closer. She hears my footsteps and a deliciously fresh wave of fear explodes from her, weaving itself with her black pain. She quickly glances behind her and nervously accelerates her steps. I breathe deeply, sucking down this new fear and pain, tasting it, wanting it, feeding on it.
She hears me again and I am almost pushed away by the explosive force of her terror. She sprints away, trailing a long wave of red and black behind her.

Sigh, what a pity, missing that delectable mixture. But I digress, I've fed well tonight. There will be more. There always is.