There was something so very primal about her.
The way she moves without wasting any unnecessary energy. The way she sat above everyone, demanded some kind of respect. The way she looked at me was as if she pried into my soul and saw my future. Almost as if I were her prey.
It took every ounce of energy in my inferior existence, to stop myself from throwing myself at her. I wanted her to own me. Devour me and taste me. She could grab me by the neck, suffocate me to death, and I would still be alright with it.
I wanted to be hers.