Twisted

Preditors like Them can smell fear from miles away.

Howling They hunt her down.
Fast They trow themselves over her like a pack of wolfes,
Groaning They force themselves inside her soft body,
licking her sweet skin and breathing her fear.

They suck her dry in the still of the night.
Like the bloodhounds They are They get tired,
when They leave her torn body in the cold night,
her body trembles of relief and pain.

When They return they lick the sweet blood of her wounds.
The suffering in her eyes makes them want her more,
so once again They force themselves inside her body.
When they finally leave, she isn't trembling anymore.

But just one girl can't still their hunger for power and suffering.