Outerbridge Reach

The shamefaced posture touched him
but he was pleased at her humiliation.
He meant no vital harm;
his lust was to capture, not to kill.
Sometimes he had the fantasy
there was some wound he might inflict
that could make her a creature more like himself.
For company's sake.
So as not to be lonely.

Outerbridge Reach -- Robert Stone

I read the above, marked it, and went looking for the image where it belonged. I knew there would be one, for the thought was familiar, in the way that you recognize something even though you know you've never seen it before. Like deja vu, but more personal.