#snuffkink

The sexual tension of being the vengeful spirit of someone who just killed you. Your body lays in the woods, it's still pitch black out and your killer is now suffering from the post-murder guilt despite their passion and brutality during the hunt and killing. Now they drag their feet through the twigs and pine straw, flinching at every sound, paranoia upon them, caked with your blood. They're high off the kill, maybe even a little hard/wet but so paranoid. They see your face everywhere, hallucinations is what they tell themselves. But your spirit lingers, hunting them like a slow prowl.