Let me chase you, little prey.
Into the forest together we shall run.
I taste your fear, little deer.
I hear your heart race and breath quicken.
Run barefoot into the woods with me, and away we shall steal.
I want to sink my teeth into your flesh, and taste you, inside and out. To map out the land of your pale skin as I map out and learn the lays of the wooded land.
Let me show you what your limits are and take you beyond that. Let me show you how to lose yourself in the rapture of the hunt.
To hear your sighs and howls. To see the hunter and the prey within you. I want to make you lose all sense of humanity and run wild and free.
Golden rays of sun and night of raven black entwined as one.
You have much to learn, and I have much to teach. Hidden behind such youthful innocence, I see a flame with potential, waiting to be kindled to a raging wildfire.
I yearn to be burned. Let the flames consume me and choke out my breath and smoke fill my vision.
The hunter has been snared, caught in your trap. Yet you did not mean to, little deer. I tread wrong and in my foolishness, let my guard down. Let me teach you the Art of the Hunt, so you can put an end to my misery. Let loose your arrow, let it pierce my flesh and heart.
