An air of comfort settled around the younger woman, and it showed. She didn't stray from the touch, but kept her mind focused on the subject at hand. So easy to derail, and easier to keep derailed if supplemented with attention. Perhaps Whisper's trick of the mind wasn't just one-sided. Then she thought about the man on the beach, how he'd struggled, wrapped his hands around her to end her life and failed himself. "I just get this rush afterward. During it's all about staying alive or singing, or if I let him put his hands on me for a bit it's a bit less tense for a little bit."
"And I usually pick guys that are tall, heavy, men that are like a jungle gym and I have to climb all over them. It's gotten me into trouble before, if the song breaks." A hand subconsciously went to her neck to rub the side without the marks. Luckily she hadn't bruised, but the sting of the hands was still apparent, and then she had the bite mark on the other side. "So I'm scared, then I just let myself go with it. Then when they're dead I just get this rush. I killed two at once in a car a few weeks back. Even though I messed myself up, ooh, was I giddy for like two days."