Jack's point of view:I put my hands in my pocket and retreated from her view, she finally, went straight to her home. I saw as some men looked at her hungrily while she passed and I wanted to tear off their heads from their necks but I knew I can't be involved with victims who accidentally crossed my way, it's too dangerous. My victims are hunted wisely by me, it takes some time: firstly I must know everything about them, from where are they who will miss them, I create the most believable accident every time and it's most satisfying feeling: to hunt carefully, silently and slowly. I never said I was a good person. I even not a person. I am a predator and in my blood is the most powerful feeling of hunting. I kill very carefully and I think of all ways how to protect my secret of it. I should just feed of her and maybe that silly addiction would be over. But something is stopping me from doing it and I can't even tell what. She lived in a small apar
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