She masturbates with her asshole She said she didn’t know how she’d come to be in the ginnel, just said she’d been cold and hungry and lost in the woods and must have somehow wandered here in the darkness. Only then did we start talking. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I am only used to hearing moans of fear. When you disappeared for a few days. But I couldn’t leave her like that. Especially in the night, when they glow red, my prey are terrified of them; of me. I asked, who? Eric or Adam or something. Invisibility isn’t, of course, a thing that exists, but I haven’t got to be over three hundred years old without learning how to escape the notice of people I don’t want to notice me. And, obviously, since I’m still here, I’ve always won.”
“I’m not a Hunter,” he said, “but we know all about your skill at fighting or evading them. It requires a process, and that process includes forming a physical and emotional connection. Where are you from? She sighed. I began to drag her clothes off but she revived enough to start getting them off herself, so I went to get a couple of towels soaked in hot water so I could wipe her down.
