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@thedeviluworship: Missing me already, little prey?
Shit. Fuck!
Why didn’t I change my username to a fake name? Grave mistake to make.
@thedeviluworship: Should I come to your place?
@thedeviluworship: Just say the word.
I read his texts on my notifications instead of opening the chat. But I’m fooling no one. He knows I’m reading all of them. Several minutes tick by and I relax thinking he’s forgotten about me.
Only for my phone to buzz again, and almost drop my phone after I read his next message.
@thedeviluworship: Reply, little prey, or I’m coming.
CHAPTER – 12
Augustus
She isn’t going to reply.
Every prey defies their predator in the beginning when the reality of their situation hasn’t sunk in. Little Miss Nessa is at that stage.
I’ve no intention of going to her place again tonight. That doesn’t mean I still can’t fuck with her head. Instead of peacefully sleeping—if she can even manage that—she’ll be up all night like a scared little mouse while wondering when I’ll show up.
Every sound will feel like me.
Every shadow will look like me.
Every second will feel like torture.
She’s powerless against me and I won’t stop until I splinter her disillusion that she possesses any control. Themoment she looked me up online, she willingly stepped into the rabbit hole.
It was a pure coincidence that I was online at the same time she saved my video. Otherwise, I would’ve missed her in the thousands of notifications I get on my page. It’s impressive she was able to find me so quickly, meaning she also found Maverick.
Did she open my private website?
I bet she did.
She wouldn’t have been able to help herself, too curious for her own good. Just like she couldn’t resist searching for me online.
Soon, she’ll know exactly what lies behind it.
She probably thought she could gather some evidence that she could use to save herself from me. But as long as I have the recording of her coming on my hand like a desperate little whore, she won’t do shit.
Underneath her reserved nature lies an intelligent woman who’ll fight me tooth and nail. A battle I’m fondly looking forward to. And one she’s going to lose.
One might think I’m being cruel to her. An innocent girl whose only mistake was crossing my path, but I don’t have a moral compass.
Morals are nothing but chains holding you down. A square box that is a cage of one’s own making. I hold no qualms about not only skirting those lines but downright annihilating them. Because the alternative is living a stale, boring life, and that’s not howI’ve been taught to live.
However, toying withthe lines has consequences.
The only option is to never get caught.
Except, Nessa succeeded even if the result wasn’t what she had hoped. She taught me that indulging in my desires can cost me everything.
It nearly did and it’s why I hate her guts. The reason she deserves my wrath. She’s a constant and taunting reminder that even men like me can slip up. Until I get my revenge and make her regret daring to come to my town, the boiling anger in my veins won’t cool.
