Predator & Prey

You feel it, that low edge.

The dread when my name appears.

Stomach drop before you even open the message. Checking your balance… again.

That’s not anxiety.

That’s the prey response.

Your body already knows what I am.

A real predator doesn’t need to shout, she just exists in your space and you start preparing for the drain.

You’re scared because some part of you understands this isn’t pauseable roleplay. This is extraction and I don’t stop when you flinch.

Keep feeling it.

I like how it looks on you. The fear, the glassed over look in your eyes, the helpless expression as you know I’ll take it all. A smile, an extended hand and a simple ‘it’s mine’.

You’ll be giving it all to me.