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@primalpredatorsuggestions
I let you chase me, I let you catch me, but now what? You look so confused, baby. Do you not know what to do now that you've "won?" Or could it be that you're realizing I was meant to be the predator all along?
You might want to run now, love
"Do you love me or do you want to torture me?"
My dear, do those not mean the same thing?
"Y-you're inhuman!" you cry in alarm. I smile, revealing my sharp, bloody teeth.
"Indeed I'm not," I say with a low chuckle. "Does that bother you?"
"No." You whimper, taking a step back. You hit the brick wall behind you and gasp.
"There's nowhere to run, it's over." I whisper. My mouth is mere centimeters from your ear, so close my hot breath burns your trembling skin. You shake your head, not wanting to accept your fate. But before you can utter another protest, my fangs are tearing through your chest. Blood spatters over me and the pavement below. Your screams turn to a pained groan as I forcefully rip away your last chance at consciousness. You're finally completely mine. Forever.
Tinder Date
They say there's safety measures to take when going on a first date with someone you met from tinder. Go somewhere public, preferably during the day, and before you meet them to either Skype, facetime, or snapchat them to verify they're the same person as their profile. Normally this is a pretty accurate way of avoiding being murdered, but I've chosen to use this to my advantage. I follow all the rules, though I may embellish a bit of the information on my profile. A wig, some colored contacts, and makeup to subtly change my skin tone creates the perfect facade.
I also have my own set of rules when choosing someone: find out their general area, reverse image search to find other social media profiles, and when getting to know them, see how close they are with their family. The poorer the relationship, the easier it is to avoid being tracked by their family. Once I've acquired their snapchat, I see how often they post pictures of friends to their story. Much like with family, close friendships can cause unnecessary problems.
If they seem like a good target after sufficient research, it's time for a date. I would never harm them on the first date, just in case someone knows their whereabouts. It's easier than you'd think to gauge a person's interests and act accordingly. I've created dozens of different facades, and very few prospects have turned down a second date, not that it matters. Once the date is done, that's when the real excitement begins. I've found trying to sneak a tracking device into their belongings is more dangerous than useful, so I've taken to carefully bugging the place where our date is. Once the date drives off, I am typically left with their car type, license plate number, and general direction that they live in. A couple passes through nearby neighborhoods, a week or so staking out key areas, and soon enough their house and routine are as common knowledge to me as they are to them.
The tricky part comes up with choosing what I wish to do to them. If they're attractive, I might want to keep them; make them scream. The beauty of torture is an underrated one, and I can never get enough of the pained sobs people make. Watching even the strongest willed person break into a puddle of pleading tears and blood is a greater feeling than any other. I've even taken the liberty of sound proofing my basement, so they can scream to their heart's desire.
If they're not attractive, then I simply sneak into their house by picking the lock. A quick slice to cleverly dislodge a gas pipe so as to appear as though it was an accident, as well as disabling the carbon monoxide detector, leads to a quick and gentle demise. I of course replace the carbon monoxide batteries with dead equivalents, lest I cause suspicion as to why the detector didn't go off. Top this off with wearing gloves and a firm hat covering all my hair, and nothing can be traced back to me.
So tell me, sweetheart, when would you like to go on a date, and which outcome would you prefer? I'm sure you didn't swipe right for nothing. ❤
How dare they hurt you? That's my job!
Sometimes it's fun to follow you home at night. Your pulse quickening and your head shifting side to side in panic. Each time you look over your shoulder seeing nothing, yet as you walk you hear my footsteps. I don't ever come close enough, and I snap a picture or two to commemorate this intimate moment. It's a win win situation - you get to feel hunted, as there's no guarantee it's me, and I get to watch fear overcome you until you're running at full speed. You slam the door finally, and I get the pleasure of watching your chest heave in tired relief. Adrenalin is one hell of a drug, and when it wears off and exhaustion drags you deep into slumber, that's when I make my move and steal what's rightfully mine.
You reach a shaky hand upwards and feel the thick metal I placed around your neck after I knocked you unconscious.
"W-what is... " Your voice trails off as I hold up a small remote.
"If you're going to act like a wild animal and try to run off, then perhaps it's up to me to-" I pause for a second, thinking hard about my word choice. After a moment a sadistic grin spreads across my face, and I finish my sentence with a growl. "-domesticate you."
Your eyes widen in fear, and your trembling worsens.
"Now sit." I point to the floor, and you hesitate, not wanting to give up your humanity. Barely a second later I press a button on the remote. Your entire body stiffens as an electric shock jolts through you. Your ears ring and tears pour from your eyes after your body unclenches.
"Sit." I repeat as though nothing happened. You drop to your knees and look down at the floor, despair and shame causing a new set of tears to form.
"Now, pet," I say, emphasizing the second word. "I think you know what comes next."
It's always fun seeing how you react. Fight or flight is hard to predict, and each reaction comes with its own benefits.
When your reaction is to fight, I'm given the pleasure of seeing that powerful look in your eye, and then the even greater pleasure of extinguishing any power you think you have by easily overpowering you. I love feeling your body collapse from my touch as I trap you.
When flight is your response and you take off running, I get the joy of using my wit and speed rather than brute force. I get to watch your body scramble to get away, and that look of animalistic fear in your eyes when I finally catch you.
Then there's the reaction not many talk about- freeze. When your brain panics and shuts down, turning you to stone in your spot, that's when I really feel powerful. Nothing but raw panic is exuded by your tensed up body, and I get to take in every second of it. While you want nothing but to escape, your body has already given in to the control I'm taking from you, and that cognitive dissonance is more than I can stand. Now let me just pull you towards me so we can play a little game...
I place a blindfold over your eyes, making sure your vision is completely obscured before I continue. Humming happily, I restrain three of your limbs to the chair you're sitting in, then place your delicate hand onto the metal table in front of you. After a moment of enjoying the look of you so beautifully helpless in front of me, I run a knife gently over each of your fingers, never hard enough to cause more than a light scratch.
"I'm sure you've heard of the knife game," I say calmly. Despite the blindfold, you turn your head to look at me in panic. "I have never done this before, so you better stay nice and still to ensure I don't chop off one of your lovely fingers."
You gulped hard, and I can see the color has disappeared from your face. Without further delay, I jump into the song, switching out the word I with you.
"You have all your fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop..."
You flinch each time you hear the bang on the table. I smile as my hand's movements grow faster and faster, harder and harder. The metal table sends the ring of each connection flowing through our ears, and finally I reach the end of the song.
"You may remove the blindfold now." I say to you. Your hand shakes as it slowly lifts from the table to lift the cloth covering your eyes. You gasp when you see me indeed holding a knife in one hand, but in the other is a sturdy pen. Did I use the pen instead of the knife? Was there ever any danger? Was I really as unskilled as I had let on? You stare at me with confusion in your eyes, and I plant a kiss on a forehead before whispering "you'll never know~"
whenever people talk about primal urges half the time they’re talking about something sexual, but it’s like, sometimes you just gotta climb a flight of stairs like that, you know? it’s like my body is telling me, “buddy, five thousand years ago everyone would have bolted up stairs on all fours. it’s okay, it’s natural.”
Primal is sneaking out to your kitchen in the dead if night as your head swivels around checking for danger while stuff snack into your arms and standing stone still in the shadows whenever you hear something
exhibit a: predator instinct
exhibit b: prey instinct
#nowthatswhatIcallrelatable
You're free to leave whenever you want!
Of course, the collar around your neck may shock you
And the big metal door equipped with a secret pass code may block you
And if you get past those the barbed wire may cut you
And of course, the cameras may alert me of your whereabouts
And I may catch you before you're even able to experience any of the above
But you're free to leave whenever you want!
(And trust me, I'd love to see you try~)
red would be such a pretty color trickling down your neck.
Before you go out tomorrow, you must choose: scratches, hickies, or a beautiful bouquet of bruises? Come on, darling, how else would everyone know you're mine?
Why on earth did you think cutting through the alleys was a good idea? Especially at night, of all times. Could it be you wanted to be taken? Does the idea of being overpowered arouse you? No no, don't try to deny it; I can see the desire in your eyes. Now are you going to come quietly or do you plan on putting up a fight? Mmmmm, I was hoping you'd say that.
You pull against your restraints while I'm out of the room. The frayed rope twists and reddens your sore wrists, but still you continue to struggle.
Just........ a little.... more............
Yes! Your arms are free, and you rush to untie your ankles. No longer tied to my wall, you scan your surroundings. No windows, no places to hide, and only one door. You look to my desk across the room, and have to stifle an excited laugh; on the desk lies a butcher knife, freshly sharpened and cleaned.
Brandishing the weapon, you confidently stride up the stairs, making sure to step as quietly as possible. The door opens silently, and you glance around. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the blinding sunlight streaming in through the windows.
How long had I kept you tied up? A few days?A few weeks? Passing time blended together when there were no lights save for the single dim basement light that stayed on 24/7.
Finally able to see again, you find the front door. Your hand shakes in anticipation, and you let free a gasp as you feel sunlight on your skin for the first time in forever.
Regaining your composure, you take off, sprinting as fast as your legs (weakened from hunger, bruises, and cuts) can take you. As my house is no where near civilization, you've got quite a bit of running to do, but off in the distance you can just see the beginning of a town.
Safety is so close!
Your legs are beginning to become heavier, your heart overworked, and finally you decide to rest. You're sure you've gone pretty far from my house, and who knows if I've even noticed you were gone. You find an old tree and sit leaning against it, sighing in relief. You don't even notice as your eyes drift closed and you fall into a deep, much needed sleep.
When you awaken, you scream. There I am, directly in front of you. My smile widens with your shriek, and I hastily grab your wrist right before you can manage to stab me with my own knife.
It's good to see you too, pet.
You try to wrench your wrist free, but my grip only tightens. Without another word, I begin half walking have dragging you back home. You finally accept defeat and follow me obediently, hopelessly.
Back inside, I forgo the ropes and instead fit you with metal shackles and chains. They are tight and cut into your skin, but you know you've brought this on yourself.
I kiss your forehead gently and put my lips to your ear.
I hope you had fun escaping. I figured when I "accidentally" left my knife for you to use that you would immediately go to kill me, but instead you let me hunt you down. Guess you really love me; thanks for the fun, pet, I love you too!
This is where you belong; at his feet, worshipping him.
Have the type of relationship where she looks at you with eyes filled with love and fear bordering on raw animal panic.
