Revenge. What a beautifully delicious word. I roll my tongue along sharp edges of teeth, and can almost taste it. Smell it. Feel it, in the rivulets of electricity passing underneath my flesh. Shocks of heat, power, passion, as I watch my prey. If she knew, if only she knew, she would run for her life, screaming into the nights’ sky.

Revenge. What a beautifully delicious word. I roll my tongue along sharp edges of teeth, and can almost taste it. Smell it. Feel it, in the rivulets of electricity passing underneath my flesh. Shocks of heat, power, passion, as I watch my prey. If she knew, if only she knew, she would run for her life, screaming into the nights’ sky. She hurt him, and now he will get his revenge.