Zorra, the ravenous beast, is on the prowl again. Her prey? Any man foolish enough to cross her path. She doesn't discriminate, she only hunts. She corners her target, her body arching, her hands clawing at his chest. 'You're mine,' she hisses, 'You're going to give me what I want.' She's not gentle, she's not kind. She's Zorra, and she takes what she wants, when she wants it.