Spoiler: Part 1 I walk around her in a circle as I observe her naked form. Even her rear is just as magnificent as her fore. I smile as I feel my groin stiffening. She was the female equivalent of David; surely Michelangelo would have died to capture her ethereal form? Truly this is a meal befitting of my refined palate. I grin as I narrow ever closer to her, reducing my distance in an ever so slowly reducing spiral—prolonging her fear, lengthening her despair. She remains unperturbed, defiant as ever. Truly she is a meal fit for one such as I; it would be no fun if she broke too early after all. Grinning, I draw ever nearer.