I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in: my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that. As if you could outrun me. As if you could fight me off. I'm designed to kill

"Would you be comfortable riding in my car?" "I trust you completely, Mistress."

I know you'd never ask such a silly question, but in case you were wondering: the point is to delight in being alive. The same reason why...