Can't stop.
Won't stop.
Hungry.
Voracious.
It's a bottomless pit of despair, I swear!
I hunt, I stalk, I wait, I set upon my prey.
Hey, I'm coming for you, my sweet,
I'm rushing in for the kill...
She melts into her desire.
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