You lock eyes with someone at a party and it 's _____ at first sight .

The best word to describe the feeling was `` hunger.'' 
 
 My kind of party is n't exactly most people's kind of party. Whips, ropes, chains, that kind of kinky thing is what I'm really all about. People are always surprised when I tell them. Imagine me, this doe-eyed, skinny little blonde girl, getting up to all sorts of wild stuff in my free time. I laugh, every time, at the look on people's faces when they find out what a freak I am. 
 
 So maybe it's not natural. So what? The rush I got, staring at him from across the room, him tied to a chair and gagged, was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I wanted to drag my teeth across his chest, to rake my nails down his back and hear him moan exquisitely at the thought of what was to come. I knew right then, right there, that I'd have him. That I'd whisper in his ear how much I wanted him inside me, all the beautiful, bloody things I wanted to do to him. 
 
 He was going to be my gorgeous, glorious dinner, I knew. I gestured to one of my friends- they're always quick and eager to be helpful- and had them take off one of my prey's ears with a knife. He screamed, just like I knew he would, and blood gushed from the wound. My friend brought the severed thing to me, and I brought it to my lips, licking the place where it had once connected to my captive's head. God, it was *delightful*. His look of horror tasted almost as sweet as his blood. 
 
 `` Hunger.'' That was the best word to describe the feeling...
