56. Hunting in the Dark of Night
“I don't want to die without any scars.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
Ragna
I curled her lock of hair on my index finger. I have wanted a lock of her hair for the longest time, but even I see how creepy that is without her permission. I pushed myself closer to her arms as I watched her sleep.
Her nakedness is glowing in the starlight from the open window of the house. I instructed the werewolves to stay out of sight and they could watch all they wanted, but they would never have this. have her in the way that I have. The voyeur in me wants to flaunt our love in this naked and raw way. Showing them I’m the only one who could bring her this much pleasure as if she was devoured by me.
She slumbered so deeply. Her nails still have some of my blood from w
