Day Eight: Three turn ons.

[watchmakersylar]

You’re special:
I don’t really care what you can do. I just want you. I want to take you someplace dark, secluded where we can be alone. I’ll take you to dinner if you want. I can be so fucking charming when I want to be. Then you’ll be putty in my hand, and your skull will pop open like a pudding snack. It’ll be incredible, and I promise that I’ll be so turned on by it.

Blood:
I love the sight, feel and taste of it. Having a splash of it hit my face when I’m carving someone open always makes me giddy. I want more, and I can’t help but lick it off my lips. The blood doesn’t have to come from murder either. I don’t mind a little rough stuff in bed.

Intelligence:
Beyond the physical there is the intellectual. If you want to get my attention and keep it, with less of a chance of you suffering a grizzly death, try to be smart enough to keep up with me. As I said before I don’t like stupid people, so if you can have a meaningful conversation about something other than how pretty you think I am, I might discover that I like you.

Meme List
Notes: I forgot all about this one.