You want to be intimate with me? My raging glare should have been enough of a reply for you.

But you ignore it.

Is death truly so alluring to you? Or perhaps you are too stupid and weak to see the bloody outcome that will occur if you continue to draw closer.

Still, you step every nearer, a strange look in your eyes. It makes my insides burn.

And then you do it, the most abominable thing you could ever do…

You reach out to touch me….

Fine. You have no idea what you're getting into. I'll give you what you want…it's too late to turn back now, pathetic creature. Your fate was sealed the moment you approached me.

I'll show you intimate.

This intimacy so profound…so brutal as I ravage through you… familiarizing with every part of your being, every entrail, every precious drop of blood; cherishing every gasping shriek you lend me as I tear you apart from the inside out.

A wicked smile attaches itself to my lips as your eyes fill with pure, sweet, tantalizing terror.

Don't pretend you didn't ask for this. Don't pretend you didn't know I was a monster.

Your blood leaves a sharp perfume hanging in the air, mixing and melting and blending with the other scents. The scent of fear, of sweat, of death, of sacred intimacy.

You gave yourself to me…and so I leave your body lovingly mangled in the sand. No one else will have had the pleasure of taking you away. No one else will have the pleasure of breaking your warm heart…or of ripping it out to gaze upon lustfully.

I used my own two hands to murder you. Love comes with death, love is betrayal.

One being setting loose another's soul…the most intimate gift that two can share.