I’m curled up on Daddy’s big leather couch in nothing but my favorite pink ruffled panties and an oversized baby-doll tee that barely covers my tiny frame. My long blonde hair with those naughty black streaks falls in messy waves…

Hey. It’s 3:17 a.m. and I’m sitting cross-legged on my black velvet comforter, black lace thong already soaked through, phone propped against a skull candle. My platinum hair’s falling in messy streaks across my face—those black ribbons I dyed in…

I’m twenty, but I know exactly how to tilt my head and widen my eyes so I look like I just turned legal yesterday. That’s the game, and I play it better than anyone. Tonight I’m in his penthouse—floor-to-ceiling windows…

I rummage through my wardrobe, searching for the perfect outfit to make an impression. The goth aesthetic is my shield, my identity – long black dresses, fishnets, combat boots. But tonight, I want to stand out. To appeal. I slip…

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…