No, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.
It’s not just that. It’s the way you look, the way you move. The way you smell. Everything about you. The way your heart is fluttering like a bird in a cage, every nerve in your body on fire. You’re stiff with fear. You’ve got to relax, got to calm down.
Please. You have to stop shaking like that. I won’t be able to control myself. I don’t want to hurt you, trust me I don’t, but I will if you don’t calm down.
It’s not your fault. Stop crying. Every instinct I possess is telling me to hunt you.
I can’t take this anymore. I’m too hungry to do much thinking and I already know you will be absolutely delicious.