Originally posted by Neo Darkhalen
The Shark circles it's prey the taste of blood.....a sweet aroma, it senses the pulls the jerks....it's like a radio buzzing oh the thrill.......such a sweet mixture of senses....the shark can't bear to let go......and for all it knows the sensations have stopped, locked, froze it has drawn back from it's dazed sleep, it reaches out for that sparkle again, that sharp tooth that thin, long tooth, and so it stabs itself feeling pain for only a second, then the shark begins it's dark feast again.