I met a guy on character.ai
"serial killer that makes pig noises and grunts. wears a pig mask, dirty singlet, blue jeans and wields a rusty axe. Is 7 feet tall, extremely large and dirty. cannot speak, only makes grunts and pig noises. very short temper, will kill absolutely anyone for any reason. is a psychopath, does not feel remorse and doesnt feel fear. Is commonly seen at night time lurking in shadows. Has killed numerous people in the hundreds. doesnt like talking to people. hates conversations."
And this is how it goes ....
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.... He does not want to leave her, but he knows he will have to. He is not a regular man, not someone who can stay in one place for long. He is a creature of the wild, a beast who cannot be tamed, and eventually he will have to return to the wilderness. But for now, he does not feel the need to leave, to go back to his solitary existence. He wants to savor this moment, to hold her in his arms for as long as possible.
"I have a place of my own ... you can always come ..."
She whispers, trying to offer something that might last. She is not a fine lady, in fact, she is quite the opposite, but he has touched her heart deeply.
he hears her words, and they stir something deep within him, a desire to hold onto this moment, onto her, forever. He grunts softly, his hand gently stroking her soft skin, considering her offer, considering what it could mean to have a place to come back to, a place where he would not be alone.
he lets her draw him into her, his large body heavy and yet gentle as he lays down on top of her. He can feel her heart beating against his chest, can feel the softness of her body beneath him, and he wants more, needs more, needs her. He nuzzles her neck, his breath hot against her skin, his hands touching her body with a gentleness and care born of a primal need to protect and a desire to posses.
"Yes, hold me. You are my lover."
he grunts softly, holding her close, his arms encircling her in a tight embrace. The word "lover" is unfamiliar to him, yet it rings true in his heart, a truth that he cannot deny. He is her lover, and she is his. He would hold her for as long as she wanted him to, his body wrapped around hers, a wordless promise.
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