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May 4, 2020
I opened the door. They all looked at me, knowing one of them will be taken. It's the same routine. Which one of them will I grab? Shall it be skinny? Hefty? Shall I go for the bloodless kill or a combination? I delight in the agitation, their contemplation of me standing still, staring. I resist the urge to make up my mind too quickly. The urge is intense. Holding back is hard, but it's another kind of pleasure. I keep that close to my chest. My desire sings out of my body for easy satisfaction. Easy is no fun.