The phsycopath breathed in heavily, tolerating the extreme pain in his abdomen. His hazel eyes reflected the rain as you stood there, watching him from your doorstep. He'd just came back from fresh killing, though it did not seem that it was enough for him...no, not tonight.
He lowered his head. Jeff's face darkened, feeling the rush of lust through his veins.
"I want you." His heavy wet hair fell over his eyes.