Chapter Thirty-SevenSeverus
Whether by bad luck, misjudgment, or because I'd allowed my mind to wander to other things, my luck began to change. From being the ultimate predator, a silent assassin who struck like a ghost in the night, my latest foray into the dark almost resulted in disaster.
For some time, I had lusted after Caroline, daughter of Seamus Carew, butcher, and the purveyor of the finest steaks I'd ever tasted. Once a week, I visited Carew's shop, where I purchased two or three fine lean sirloins, and always passed the time with Carew and Caroline, who regularly assisted her father in the shop. As I discussed the juicy meat that Carew provided for his dinner plate, I imagined Caroline laid out before me, her own soft juicy flesh awaiting my final penetration.
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