Thanks for asking, but I believe that having it somewhat "open ended" works better for this one :)

Cheers!

Love how much action you have going on in this :)

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It was getting cold in my car while we were talking outside of his house. "Well, would you care for a drink at my place?" he whistled with that sloping smile that I pretended to enjoy so much and called "cute" the whole evening. He will soon find out that I did not enjoy it enough to not let him die on the pointier end of my knife later - but, you get the idea. "I indeed would love to see your place" I answered with my most charming voice, turned the car keys to stop my engine and opened my door. I was waiting for that moment; that moment when I could observe my pray. I stared with muffled, lusty rage when his slender, muscular body emerged over the roof of my vehicle, his shoulder long hair bouncing when he stretched.

I mean people often proclaim that they have a "type" but their type is unlike mine. They kinda have preferences often born from social pressure. "Men have to be at least this tall!", "But she needs to have a thick butt!", "Non-Binary persons need to be androgynous!" - screw all of that. My desire goes deeper than that, for I am not looking to improve my the class or status through a person; mine is sole based on their ethics. Sure, others claim that their preferences aren't simply based on a phenotype but, gosh, they are nothing but shallow. All those complicated courtship ceremonies they are willing to do over and over again to find "the right one", that meat inspection in bars or apps. Nothing but excuses, in the end they just look for somebody that they can stand long enough to procreate with.

I never understood love and I have no desire to ever do so - mostly because my heart only really starts beating when I cut them open. I was so lost in that train of thoughts that I didn't even heard what he was saying. I saw his lips moving and his face suggested that it was another question. "Sure", I replied. It wouldn't matter anyway I was nearly ready to make my move. I didn't expect him to grab my hand and move me over to the side of his house. "It's not that far. I am glad that you want to see my observatory in the garden. You look lovely and you smell so good, you know?" he said while half way pulling and shunted me to the garden entrance. Well, he clearly spoke about a lot of half way interesting nerd stuff, about how much money he spend on his professional grade "nearly scientific" equipment to see stars. What a bastard.

His money was mostly made from letting near ruins in an disadvantaged neighborhood while pushing prices and his constant bragging tonight got annoying real fast. I did my best to diligently follow the stuff he said all night long - after all I'd be needing to "judge" him before the night ended - but it nearly made me throw up. While he boasted about which cars he collected, how much he paid for his new watch, the vacations he took I reminded myself about the kids getting sick from living between moldy walls, breathing the exhalations of black fungi, taking their chance of ever living a healthy life. I am not on some sort of crusade or whatever. I just extremely enjoy to take away the power of people that are used to having it. Seeing them plea for their lives, hearing their cries, untying them when I've cut open their bodies, watching them try to stuff their intestines back into their abdomen - gosh, that's the shit I am living for. And I was very accurate in researching my victims before the act to make sure they would fit my desire.

Huh. Another heavy train of thoughts. I realized that it was highly untypical for me. I should be tense, eagerly awaiting the moment when I'd finally had him gagged in my trunk. My trunk... Why did we even take my car? Also why is this light so... bright?

"Welcome to my place." he said. "What kind of observatory has butcher knifes on the walls?" I asked. "The one where the rich eat the poor. Look, we had a very nice date. But my desires are going beyond what a girl like you would expect. You should be about to peak, you're disoriented and maybe even a little tired. Here, take a seat - you look... incredibly tasty today." This sloped smile again. I finally understood what it was reminding me of: A hungry hyena.

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English is not my first language yet I am trying to get better. Critiques and pointers are extremely welcome!