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Anna had not felt this content in days, might even say months, YEARS. The warm pooling of blood as she scarcely opens up the stomach. Adrenaline continued to pump through her blood, circulating to her very fingertips. In this moment she felt powerful, the intense hunger for flesh boiled her insides. At that very moment, Anna was not human.
Not anymore. The monster resonating deep within her soul grew, with it, its unquenchable hunger, igniting flames of wanting throughout her body. With every single stab, the painful need to tear through the man's flesh welled up in her chest like a crashed bike burns crimson against concrete and metal.
Few weeks prior, Anna had done quite well managing her murderous needs. She tore every obstacle to shreds, all without shedding a single drop of blood and then she kept on moving. Weeks, months or even longer, she lunged past her true desires and teared into stacks of papers instead of flesh: breaking down numbers and words instead of bones.
No, she didn't need it.
But she deeply itched for it.
She would stay up till late at night, double checking documents for mistakes, making sure that she had not ruined everything her family had worked hard for, but she could still feel it resurface. First in her fingertips, making her writing shakier, curling her fingers against her own will, just ever so slightly. It was easily ignored, simply putting more pressure on the pen and move on. A few days later, it travels through and up her hand when he sees them wandering the streets and the same night, her meat gets chopped unevenly while cooking. It bothered her, the beast inside her mind bares its teeth and snarls, but she prevails and forces herself to make the rest even.
In his office, at the cafe she frequents, everywhere she goes, the same pathetic mess of a being passes before her. How could one be so...— pitiful, Anna had noticed the way he faltered in his steps or how he stuttered whenever talked to. It's not that she does not notice him, she does, it's simply that the itch makes him... stand out against the monotonous background that is society, makes him pulse with vulnerability in such a way that she cannot help but draw her eyes towards the man.
Scanning and following through his every moves.