Night rider

Prologue

The city streets stretched out before me, bathed in the dim glow of streetlights. With a twist of the throttle, I set the engine of my bike roaring to life, its powerful vibrations resonating through my body. Clad in leather, I embraced my dual existence as a biker and a hunter.

Tonight, my eyes were fixed on a girl who reveled in the forbidden depths of her darkest fantasies. There was an undeniable allure to her, a magnetic pull that fascinated and captivated me in equal measure. Her willingness to explore the shadows within her soul mirrored my twisted desires.

From the depths of the shadows, I observed her every move, learning her habits, and her secrets. Each piece of information fueled the fire of anticipation within me, an intoxicating blend of power and longing. The mere thought of what awaited us ignited a dark flame that consumed my being.

Under the ethereal glow of the moon, the hunt would commence. She would become my willing captive, surrendering herself to the depths of her most depraved desires. Pleasure and pain would intertwine as we danced on the razor's edge of sanity, locked in a twisted symbiosis.

Driven by an insatiable hunger, I would become the embodiment of her nightmares, an architect of the darkness that lay dormant within her. Every touch, every whisper would awaken the dormant depths, and she would tremble, willingly embracing the madness that enveloped us both.

This was our shared destiny—a macabre symphony orchestrated by our desires and fueled by bloodshed. We would etch our names upon the annals of darkness, two souls entwined in a dance of pleasure and destruction.

And so, beneath the moon's watchful gaze, the hunt began. The city streets whispered our names, carrying the echoes of our sins. We were bound together in this wicked game, forever entangled in the intoxicating dance of predator and prey.