I’m taking that gold star, and I’m tarnishing it.

Rubbing it out until it’s gone from the sky.

Don’t worry, though. It’s not COMPLETELY gone. Take a look at my arm as it curls around your throat and what do you see?

That’s right… black stars.

Those are all the self-assured girls who’ve been where you are right now. Pinned down, feeling those lips starting to stretch around their first real cock…

Every time I ruin one of you, I get another star tattooed. Every time a star is snuffed out, my night sky is a little more complete.

There. Now I’m inside. And I’ve picked a spot just for you. Right here. You should be proud, baby… Orion was a hunter, and it’s only fitting that you bring my prey completes him…