Prologue

PROLOGUE

LESTER

Self-awareness. It's an important thing to have. Knowing one's own psyche. Being conscious of feelings, personal cravings. Knowing what makes you tick, what things distinguish you from others. But most of all, knowing what makes you dangerous.

I am a predator. I know this as clearly as I know the sky is blue. As clearly as I know that art is always the solution.

Though I've never felt that way about myself in the same fashion as I do now.

As I watch her. As I lurk in the shadows, eyes locked on my angel of destruction.

I cannot stop.

I want to dissect her. Go through her brain with a brush, sweep and swat until the truth unveils, like an archeologist looking for a piece of history that's buried beneath the sand. I want to open her up and see inside, carve her up with a sharp blade. Visions of that milky, smooth skin, painted in red, her flesh bruised and marked.

I want to claim her. Hurt her. Taste her.

It's a sickness. An addiction.

My fingers dig into the bark of the tree that I'm hiding behind, trying to find some ground. Trying to remain still and not come out of my hiding place to tear those men off her.

Three of them surround her, all trying to stake their own claim. Filling her―her mouth, her ass, her cunt. Decorating her skin with their cum. Digging their nails into her flesh.

It makes me sick.

The darkness envelops me, hiding my tall physique behind the trees and bushes. A car is parked in the middle of a small clearing in the forest. The headlights are on, illuminating the scene, bathing my angel in light as demons crowd over her.

She knows I'm here. She feels me. She wants me to reveal myself, lure me out of the shadows. That's why her eyes always search the darkness.

That's why she always gives me a show.

She moans and cries as she lies flat on the hood of the car, letting them use her like she uses them.

When others are inside of her, she's looking for me .

A sinister expression covers her pretty face. So young. So fresh and new and innocent.

That's what I used to think.

I know better now.

She smiles at me. At the depraved monster hiding in the dark.

I know it's a promise. One of mayhem and demolition.