âYou do like to watch. How ever could I have forgotten?â Flashes to the moment they first met. She approaching the peak of pleasure, the other sat on high waiting to strike her back down to the dirt below. No performance anxiety in her body, Anxi fell upon the wretch with a hunger that could NEVER be sated.Â
Claws, recently filed, recently cleaned, pushed slowly through soft, yielding skin. Muffled scrapes against bone set the body beneath to writhing. Forced her to mount it, to hold him steady with her thighs as she drove his adrenaline up and up and UP! Fear was such a spice, it tautened the muscles, it boosted dopamine, it made the body HUNT for escape, for freedom. For release!
   âEmbraceâŚâ Her eyes rolled over into darkness. Back ARCHED as her soul pulsed within her flesh, seeping into the vessel beneath. Beckoning the victim from his cage, into her warm, waiting fangs. ââŚOblivion.â The screams, his screams, were muted as she pressed her lips to his. Swallowed him whole, both fear and soul.
The rush was almost too much. Sheâd not reaped a soul in so long, it was so overwhelmingly strong. The RUSH buckled her legs, felled her flat against the faintly twitching, fast fading corpse beneath. Panting, sweating, seeking OXYGEN to chase ELATION as she laughed and laughed into the suddenly cooler air. âOh, Goddess. Oh Go- Ohh⌠Fuck!â Rolling off, she was laid flat on her back in the sands, smiling up at her parole officer. âThank⌠Thank-â
She said nothing. Something uncomfortable (emotion) coursed through her. That any part of her might be knowable to another. Pinned down like a butterfly in a glass case. But worse, perhaps, was the consideration of that title: Watcher. How much power lurked within this form that she portrayed herself. How much of it went unused. How much was wasted. Because she must be good. She is the saint of the universe.
She is there, in the moment, watching Anxi devour her prey, just as much as she was present in the depths of her memories. In another time, another person.Â
( Iâve been watching you. Youâre the most interesting person in this place.
Violence is the surest expression of power.Â
I love any game where your opponent can believe he is about to win... just before you kill him.
I am already sworn to help you. Let us finish this. )
The display of dark ecstasy stirred that primitive, human part of her. The cruel curiousity of wondering what the experience was like... such all-encompassing pleasure. She crouched beside her, her arm extending out, the brush of her fingertips featherlight against her cheek. âYou would not have been able to be so patient... to experience this... without me.â