I was close enough to see their faces now, half-hidden by hoods and scarves, yet their eyes dripped with hunger and excitement. Taking small steps close to the edge of the pathway, I saw that the man nearest to me had a smudge of blood around one nostril, which he had clearly tried to wipe away judging by the smear of red that stained the back of his gloved hand. I tried to appear nervous and helpless, but the closer I got, the deeper my desire became. I felt consumed by it. I could feel the strength of it roaring through my veins like some wild feral animal waiting to attack.
"Ain't you cold, love? Coming out at this time of night without a bloody coat?" He was trying to be chirpy and conversational, but I saw the flicker of uncertainty cross his face and the sly confidence he had before
