...fed one hunger, one small thing, arousal quenched, and now it's the darkness that rises unstoppable delerious pleasing, drowning me in shadowheat, need... gods, I need the taste of blood thick on my lips, bruises rising, pain, the sweet whimpers of a boy at my feet... I need to see him clinging to me, begging for mercy, knowing that his only shelter and only hope for kindness... perhaps even survival... is the very person who is bringing him to the edge of sanity.

So hungry.

So VERY hungry.

And what I want... what I need... is still unavailable.

Soon, though... soon I'll be able to share my hungers, let them out properly. Soon I'll feed.

Soon.

Satisfaction.

Perfection.

Soon.

...so hungry...