Someone on some other thread who calls themselves "Power of Silence" says I should intro, so here goes:
As you pass through a lonely alley late at night and hear footsteps, tip tap, tip tap right behind you, you turn around and see no one there, chances are it's THE RIPPER!!!!!!!!!
I love what fear does to a person, ever seen a cornered cat? A mother cougar defending her cubs against a grizzly bear?
A rape victim?
Look into her eyes just before you slash her throat!!
Scared, yet hopeful, will she fight? will she give in? moments of desperation, she actually looks at you hoping for mercy, almost as if you are god, her life in your hands, she will do anything to live another day.
The cold steel blade passes through her throat, with no resistance at all, almost like a hot knife through butter, she does not resist anymore, she accepts her fate, she accepts her fate....