Darkness, dense like black velvet, enveloped the narrow and winding streets of the nocturnal city. Flickering lights, fleeting flashes of distant streetlamps, barely penetrated the gloom, like twinkling stars in a vast urban sky. In the midst of this labyrinth of shadows emerged a being of primal instincts, a nocturnal hunter whose thirst for public hair and burning passion led him towards his prey.

This insatiable being, enslaved by his own fetish that consumed him like a hyena devouring the entrails and tormented him constantly, slid through the shadows like a ghost, his figure cloaked in a black trench coat that fluttered with each stealthy step. His breath, agitated and anxious, reverberated in the silence of the night, like the distant roar of a beast in heat. His eyes, injected with lust and desire, scrutinized every dark corner in search of his next victim.

And then, he saw her. The victim, a young man walking with his head buried in his phone screen, revealed as he passed under the light of a streetlamp, the spice that drove this predator crazy: a pair of shorts showing off hairy legs, a prelude to a sure abundant public hair. This solitary figure, shrouded in darkness, walked unsuspectingly along the deserted sidewalk. The heart of the beast he had become began to beat strongly, a mix of anticipation and desire consuming him from the depths of his being. With silent but determined steps, he approached his victim like a feline stalking its prey.

The sound of his footsteps barely brushed the ground, just a whisper in the night. The wind blew, carrying with it the scent of moisture and fear, fueling the frenzy of the hunter in his pursuit of forbidden pleasure. His hands, eager and trembling, clutched the sharp edge of the knife, an extension of his own wild will.

And then, the moment arrived. With a quick and precise movement, the killer pounced on his prey, enveloping her in a deadly embrace. The victim, surprised and dazed, barely had time to emit a muffled scream before the cold blade of the knife plunged into his flesh, like a venomous snake injecting its lethal dose.

Blood gushed, warm and thick, soaking the killer's hands in a macabre caress. His heart, galloping in his chest like a runaway steed, roared with the ecstasy of a fulfilled hunt. And as the lifeless body fell to the ground, the killer knelt over it, his face illuminated by a twisted smile, like a pagan god celebrating his sacrifice.

He dragged the body into the darkness of the adjacent alley, and with trembling hands of desire, he searched for the waistband of his victim's pants to pull them down in one swift motion. And there, to his eyes' delight, was the most beautiful bush of curly hair he had ever seen. He caressed it slowly, with devotion, small drops of blood sliding from his fingers and coiling among the curly pubic hair of his victim. His heart beat faster, its rhythm audible in the silence of the night. He op...