"What do you want then? You've been looking at me since the whole night, and then followed me here, in this alley. Did you think I wouldn't notice? Do you know how easily a woman can notice when a man looks at her, especially when done in such a blatant way?" "The men that were looking at me? You felt like protecting me?" "Hmh. I don't need anyone's protection. As you can see they're not here. Where did they go? Why would you ask me such a thing?" "It would have been better if you just returned inside. There isn't much you can do for them now, although I'm sure they won't die. Hey, are you alright?" "You shouldn't breath so fast, you'll hyperventilate." "Is it better? How easy it is to calm people down. No, don't look, look at me. Look in my eyes. What do you see?" "You saw how the looked at me, and followed me here. I didn't want to be followed, so I didn't go out from the main door, and yet they followed me anyway. Should I have not done what I did? You think they wouldn't have pulled out a knife, to threaten me in case I didn't cooperate?" "But you... you thought of helping me. Was it because you actually cared about me? Was it your sexual instinct? Did you think you could get something from me by doing this? Or maybe you didn't want to lose the chance of having someone you liked getting beaten up, and fucked by someone else?" "I don't want to hear. I see already. I feel already. Maybe it's your blood rushing because of the adrenaline, but you seem quite unsettled here. I guess you wouldn't mind me cutting this button, since these seem too tight on you... don't worry, I clean it right away. Blood ruins the blade otherwise. No, don't look at them anymore, focus on me. Haven't you noticed that I took your cock in my hands? Don't you notice the blade next to it? Ah-ha, no sudden movements. Don't worry, I'm just joking. I really enjoy how smooth the skin feels with the cold air. Are my hands cold? Because you are really warm to me..." "Hmm... go deeper with it... yes... , I'm wet. That's why your finger got in so easily. I can't help myself. Every time I draw blood from someone, I get really hot. I feel cold otherwise. Help me feel warm." "Yes... all the way in... It's so warm... it's so big... you're still looking at them, aren't you? You're the one that's with me, not them. Do you enjoy, how I did it? How I stabbed them and then cut so that it would spray around them? don't you feel like they have feather of red scattered in front of them? But those... those aren't theirs, those are mine. I lose more and more my wings, to shed new ones whenever I do it, again and again... go faster... be rough for me...because I'm going to keep squeezing until you rush all your blood and fill me inside... how does it feel? You're feeling pleasure, aren't you? You're enjoying this. You're enjoying what you're seeing." "hmmm, it feel so big... I want you to come right now, I want you to do it right now-" "... you should change your jacket. I went overboard." "Oh? You haven't noticed the pain?" "Of course you would. I scratched you really deep while you were holding me. Your jacket is dripping red at the back. Go away from here, you don't want to be involved, and certainly not looking like this." "I'll find you."