Flash Fiction – Hunting

Hunting 

His eyes touched every inch of her body from across the room. This one was going to be easy. With a level of confidence that could not be matched, he strutted up to the bar next to her. It didn’t take long for his charm to work its magic, and they walked together to the door. As he helped her into his Lamborgini, he began to size up his meal. Feeling a twinge of hungry growling inside of him, he turned up the music to drown it out. She would taste so much sweeter if she didn’t know he’d already sharpened his knives in anticipation of devouring someone.

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