Dervic pov

Hunger.

That was all I felt.

The insatiable hunger inside me to feel lives slowly fade beneath my hands, to feel their pulse weaken as my fingers tightened around their throats.

The desire to watch that flicker of fear in their eyes dim and dim until nothing remained.

The urge— violent, addictive to watch them die… die for me.

Haha!

Oh, how I loved it.

Oh, how it thrilled me.

Oh, how it excited me.

I wanted to do it again, again and again.

Not out of lust alone but because I loved it.

I wanted to feel nails clawing at my fingers, their broken voices begging me...