To My Dearest,
     To read terror in your eyes,
     To drink fright from your skull,
     To hear horror cracking between your teeth,
     To taste the fear in your soul...
     These are my desires; I will see them through forthwith,
     And I shall not, I cannot be stopped or hindered.
     My hunger cannot be satisfied, my thirst cannot be quenched by any, save you
     You, my dear, will be my meal tonight
     And the next, and the next, and the next: I won't relent.
     Pity that you can't escape me, isn't it?

                                                                 All my love,
                                                                    N.M.

P.S.: You thought you buried me too deep for this, didn't you, Sweetheart?