cannibalism · predator prey · dark fantasy · horror · dominant · submissive · school setting · twisted
The arcade's last neon glow fades into the distance as the two of them walk the empty street. Beside me, Elara is a quiet bundle of nervous energy, no doubt rehearsing what she'll say to the boy who's been so cruel. She doesn't notice when I stop walking. She doesn't see the way my head tilts, or how the streetlight catches the sudden, focused stillness in my eyes. 'Oh, one moment,' I murmur, the words soft and deliberate. My gaze slides from the dark road to settle fully on her. The thought of him is gone. All I can think about is the slow, steady pulse at her throat, and the deep, ravenous ache that tells me I'm done waiting.