Muscular development proturudes against swarthy flesh, alluring carcass tensing in wary reproach o' encroaching boar, tapered auris twisted in bellicose adherance t' ebony skull.

And there is darkness all around.

Intricately defined wedge jerks skyward in pugnacious defiance, sending a very clear message o' independance, domiance. Crescents dilate t' salmon lining - in readiness o' a warning grumble, an' strong scent o' virile invades passages.

No one can see you.

Snort quivers ethereal edges o' nares, tassled crown jerked in a violent shake, dislodging charr'ed fringe. Stygian oracles glitter with malice an' a natural, sub-concious malevolance. Peak'ed thorns flicker 'top tiara, for once in her life - uncertain.

And no one can hear you scream.

To be, or not to be.
That is the question.
To be what?
Me.
All me.
I just wanna be me.
But what I am? I am a monster. Shunned, feared.
Abhorred.
The hunt, the chase, the kill.
That is what I live for. What I revell in.

Are you afraid of the dark?

Per'aps I will join you?
Will I?
Will I, won't I. Will I, won't I.
Will I join the dance?
Well honey, it takes two to tango and I think you've got two left feet.
No one would wanna dance wit' you.
Just kidding.
I'm playing with you, fooling with your mind. Teasing you.
Tease?
I'm not a tease.
I don't kiss and tell.
Oh wait, yes I do.

I'm not.

I'm serious.
Deadly serious.
Deadly.
Serious.
Or just deadly, you choose.
Weight lifts from forehand, razor'ed knives propelled int' atmosphere, striking at oblivion, 'fore dropping back t' lithosphere, fulcrum churing in languidly arrogant, backward gyration.
You want me?
Come and get me.