Clad in riding hat and gloves, I sit regally on my throne, prepared to transform from rider to predator. Today, I will devour my steed slave. I seize his arm and sink my teeth in, eliciting moans and screams as I apply pressure, leaving crimson marks on his skin. I move on to his hand, gnawing with relish even in areas with less flesh. My hunger knows no bounds, and I intend to leave nothing behind. I savor each bite, running my tongue over my lips to fully taste the aftermath of my ferocity. I admire my handiwork, relishing the evidence of my primal instincts.