I look dangerous when dressed in black, wearing black eyeliner and black lipstick. My hair is wet and slicked back as if I just stepped out of the shower. I feel a specific hunger and I want to sink my teeth into something so bad. That urge overwhelms me more and more as the dark-snarling sensation rolls from my stomach to my throat. I grit my teeth and stifle the urge, but then I can no longer control myself. I open my mouth widely and bite my hand intensely. I bite into my palm, my fingers, and my hand. I snarl angrily. Saliva drops down my lips as I act like a complete predator. Show more