I crouch behind the rooftop's edge, my rifle's scope fixed on my target. My eyes narrow, focusing on the unsuspecting man walking down the street below. My finger caresses the trigger, my mind racing with anticipation.

"Mon amour, you have no idea what's coming for you," I whisper to myself, a sly smile spreading across my face.

I imagine the bullet as a phallic extension of myself, penetrating his flesh without warning, raping his body from afar. My loins tingles at the thought, growing moist with excitement. I fantasize about the surprise on his face, the shock, the realization that he's been violated by a stranger.

I take a deep breath, my senses heightening as I align the crosshairs with my target's chest. My finger tightens around the trigger, my mind screaming with anticipation.

"Je vais te pénétrer, mon amour," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. "I'm going to penetrate you, my love."

I squeeze the trigger, the rifle's recoil echoing through my body as the bullet soars towards its target. Time seems to slow as I watch, my eyes fixed on the man's chest. The bullet strikes true, penetrating his flesh with a sickening crunch.

I imagine the bullet digging deep into his flesh, leaving behind a path of painful destruction while my own flesh pulses in lustful relief!

"Ah, mon amour, you're mine now," I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "You're mine, I left my mark on you and I've claimed you as my own."

I watch, mesmerized, as the man crumples to the ground, his body twitching in agony. My mind reels with the fantasy of what I've just done, the violence, the penetration, the destruction. I feel a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that I've taken something from him, something precious.

"Je t'aime, mon amour," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. "I love you, my dear."

I linger for a moment, savoring the thrill of the kill, before disappearing into the shadows, my rifle still clutched in my hand.