My prey always comes so willingly. It’s almost too easy, but I crave the adrenaline rush of the hunt. Tonight, my sights are set on a sweet young thing named Emily. She’s a naive college student, fresh off the bus from suburbia, eager to explore the big city.
I spot her standing alone at a bus stop, thumbing through her phone. Perfect. I saunter over, my short black leather skirt and torn fishnets drawing attention. “Hey there, lost your way?” I ask, flashing a bright smile.
Emily looks up, and I can see the fear in her eyes as she takes in my appearance. But she tries to play it cool. “Nah, just waiting for my ride. I’m new in town.”
“Aw, well you’re in luck! I know these streets like the back of my hand. Why don’t I give you a tour before you head home?” I offer, already knowing where this is going.
She hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Sure, that’d be great. I could use a local’s perspective.”
We walk, me leading the way through the dimly lit streets of the red-light district. I point out seedy bars and strip clubs, all the while chatting innocently about the city. Emily looks around nervously, but seems to relax in my presence.
Finally, I steer her into an alley, my heart racing with excitement. “Let’s take a shortcut,” I say, my voice low and husky.
As we turn a corner, I spin her around and press her against the brick wall. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear.
Emily gasps, but makes no move to escape. Instead, she looks at me with a mix of fear and curiosity. “Lydia, what are you—”
I silence her with a brutal kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She struggles for a moment, then melts against me, her body responding to my dominance.
I break the kiss, panting heavily. “Shh, just relax. You’re safe with me.”
I reach into my purse and pull out a small syringe, which Emily doesn’t notice in the dim light. With a quick jab to her thigh, I deliver the sedative. Within seconds, her eyes glaze over, and she slides down the wall, unconscious.
I scoop her up, carrying her to a nearby abandoned warehouse. Inside, my boyfriend Jacob awaits, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Another one?” he asks, stepping forward to take Emily from me.
I nod, a thrill running through me at the sight of my prey in his hands. “She’s perfect. Young, innocent, and all ours to play with.”
Jacob grins, his eyes darkening with lust. “Let’s have some fun, then.”
As we drag Emily into the darkness, I can barely contain my excitement. The hunt is over, and now the real game begins. Tonight, Emily will be our plaything, our fucktoy, and I’ll savor every moment of her degradation.
And when it’s all over, she’ll wake up with no memory of her brutal violation, ready to be the next pawn in our twisted game. The cycle continues, and I am its master.