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I am too much alien and not enough monkey to fit in here.Melissa St. Hilaire
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The images start to darken and she feels another hunger well up in her, this one having to do with another kind of desire. The desire to feed, to possess, and the aggressive thrill of a predator capturing and killing its prey as it tears into unspoiled flesh. Its teeth ripping and rending and the satisfying coppery taste of blood. There is the ultimate moment of surrender of drinking away the life essence. The pinnacle of lust which mounts in the very last breath, when the light drains from the victim's eyes and when the soul fades.. Then there is only a triumphant cry to the moonlight and the beckoning depths of the ever waiting water.Melissa St. Hilaire