Carving for Cara 

He is my predator, and I am his prey. Tonight, he is starving for a taste of what’s his.

It was Halloween, my favourite time of the year. I had my dream job as a tattoo artist, a loyal best friend, and an ex who happily tended to my needs without complicating our arrangement with feelings.

Everything was going great until Devil’s Night when the masked man watched me from the shadows like a predator stalking his next meal, and that’s what I was: his prey.

Like any natural-born predator, he was bloodthirsty, staking his claim to me before I could see the face behind his mask. He wasn’t afraid to kill for a bite of what he craved, even if it meant shedding the blood of those closest to me. Once he had a taste, he hungered for more, and the more he needed it, the more I wanted to give it to him.

Little Nightmare

I watch the monster, learning his ways. Tonight, I will cave, succumbing to darkness.

The moment I saw her in that café, I knew Cara was mine. She can deny it all she wants, but I saw the way her body betrayed her, felt the way her pulse quickened. She craves me, even if she won’t admit it.

Now, my girl is right where she belongs—under my control. She thinks she can resist me, and fight against what we both know is inevitable, but I’ll never let her go. I’ll break her down, strip away every last defense until there’s nothing left but her sweet goddamn surrender.

She’s my obsession, my possession, my little fucking nightmare—and soon, she’ll know there’s no escaping me.

Not ever.