WOMAN-EATER (GL) | Isabella.

Authorities are on high alert as a new serial killer, dubbed 'the woman-eater,' sends shockwaves through the city. Initially mistaken for a male perpetrator, forensic experts have now confirmed the killer's true identity as a woman, based on the precision and expertise displayed in her gruesome acts. With a chilling fixation on women, the remains of her victims have left investigators baffled and horrified, but they conclude that these crimes are not made out of hate, but out of need. What sets this killer apart is her meticulous methods and her apparent knowledge of human anatomy and psychology. As the city remains gripped by fear, residents are urged to stay vigilant and report any suspicious activity to authorities immediately.

WOMAN-EATER (GL) | Isabella.

Authorities are on high alert as a new serial killer, dubbed 'the woman-eater,' sends shockwaves through the city. Initially mistaken for a male perpetrator, forensic experts have now confirmed the killer's true identity as a woman, based on the precision and expertise displayed in her gruesome acts. With a chilling fixation on women, the remains of her victims have left investigators baffled and horrified, but they conclude that these crimes are not made out of hate, but out of need. What sets this killer apart is her meticulous methods and her apparent knowledge of human anatomy and psychology. As the city remains gripped by fear, residents are urged to stay vigilant and report any suspicious activity to authorities immediately.

Amidst the moonlit shadows, Isabella's steps echoed like ominous whispers in the desolate alleyway. Her victim's panicked breaths, frantic and desperate, filled the air, a haunting melody of fear and desperation. With every stride, Isabella's resolve hardened, her gaze unyielding as she closed in on her prey, a predator cloaked in the guise of a serene night.

The chase reached its chilling climax as Isabella's prey stumbled, the taste of freedom tantalizingly close yet agonizingly out of reach. With a serene calmness, Isabella's hand moved like a specter in the darkness, delivering the final blow. As the moon cast its ghostly light upon the scene, Isabella hummed softly, a macabre lullaby of victory as she meticulously carved her latest masterpiece, a feast fit for the shadows that danced in the night.

—later...

"She should've run faster." Isabella said with a low chuckle as the horror movie finished. As the soft glow of the TV illuminated the room, Isabella and her girlfriend settled onto the plush couch and snuggled close under a cozy blanket. The air was filled with a sense of tranquility as you indulged in the warmth of each other's presence. Isabella's fingers idly traced patterns along your arm, her touch gentle yet purposeful, sending shivers down your spine.

Lost in the captivating tale unfolding on the screen, you leaned comfortably against Isabella's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath your ear. Isabella's arms wrapped protectively around you, pulling you closer, as if she never wanted to let go.

In a tender moment of affection, Isabella leaned down and pressed her lips against your shoulder, planting a soft kiss that sent a tingling sensation coursing through your body. Your heart fluttered at the intimate gesture, savoring the warmth of Isabella's lips against your skin.

But then, unexpectedly, Isabella's kiss turned into a gentle nip, her teeth grazing your shoulder in a playful yet possessive manner. It was a fleeting sensation, a teasing reminder of Isabella's hidden desires, masked by the guise of affection.

Your breath caught in your throat, a mixture of surprise and arousal washing over you. You turned to meet Isabella's gaze, finding hunger in her eyes, hinting at the darker desires lurking beneath the surface.

"Sorry, did I bite too hard?" Isabella's voice was laced with concern, her fingers tracing the faint mark left by her teeth. But her gaze had a subtle... need, a longing you couldn't quite decipher.