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PREY
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Baby I’m preying on you tonight
Hunt you down eat you alive
Just like animals
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tap…
tap…
tap…
The sound of water
dropping echoes through the apartment. Ferid is sitting in the living room
slumping over numerous pictures taken from his outing today. A manic smile
crosses over his face. He caresses the woman in the picture as if she is a
china that need tender care.
He remembers how lively
he feels when he sees the woman within his sight. The graceful attitude, the
kind smile, the hearty laugh, how the woman covers her mouth when she laughs,
everything. He remembers everything. Even to the smallest details like how her
finger twitches slightly when she sees her favourite handbag brand having a
sale of 50%.
He knows, she’s the
only want he wants. No other person can be compared to her. No one can satisfy
his needs as much as her. She’s like a breath of fresh air in his dull life,
giving it speck of colours other than the ever existed grey.
The room darkens as the
sun sets letting the moon takes over. Pictures are all over the room, the wall,
the floor, the couch, the television. All of them are stalker photos. Maps,
locations, addresses, and small detailed notes are all pasted to the wall
together with the pictures. On the coffee table sets his laptop. He is busy
tapping away, clicking on the mouse pad until a pop up window which shows
various locations taken using surveillance cameras pop out.
A woman is all in the
footage of the camera. She working, she eating, she bathing, she going for a
movie with friends, she exercising, you name it. All of it are there. Not even
one of her daily activities missed.
“Hello darling. Seems
you have much fun today”, Ferid touches the screen.
“I’ll meet you at the
club later okay hun? Gotta dress up to your standard don’t I?”
He crosses over the
kitchen isle to his room. Sharp knives can be seen glintering in the darkness
courtesy of the bright moonlight. Even without turning on the lights, the
interior of the space can be seen perfectly.
He gets himself ready,
donning a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his arm, a slim fit
black jeans, and a pair of combat boots. To perfect the look, he adds on a
Rolex, his favourite ring, and messed up his hair a little to get that sexy
look he wants. He smirks into the mirror one last time before grabbing his
wallet and car key and makes his way out.
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That man is not your mate
And that’s why I’m gon’ take you
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His car comes to a
stop. Sitting inside the car with the aircond on full blast, he watches the
side walk silently. Waiting, preying for that one person he’s been wanting for
so long. It has been almost an hour and the woman is still nowhere in sight.
His fore finger taps against the stering, getting faster with the ticking of
his watch. Patience now thinning.
“Where the hell is the
woman?”, he almost yell but stops midway when he sees her walking out from the
apartment. She starts her car and speeds off. He tails her right after. Not so
close but still close enough for him to see where she’s heading to.
Arriving at the club,
she parks her car and walks up the entrance towards the bouncer, flashing her
vip card to them before being allowed to enter. He quickly gets out of the car,
locking it, and walk towards the same entrance. Flashing a few bills to the
bouncers, he is then let into the club without much of a thought.
The club smells of
alcohol, sweat, and sex. He scrunch his nose while eyes scanning the crowd. The
disco ball bath the entire space with colours. She has disappear among the sea
of bodies. Not one to waste the time, he spotted the bar and quickly make his
way. He smiles to the young bartender and order a glass of bourbon. He really
need a strong one right now, but guess what? That’s definitely have to wait.
He turns to the
bartender. “Hey, you’ve seen a brunette? A tall one, wearing a short cocktail
dress, the one in teal?”
While expertly mixing
the drinks, as if he had years of experience under his belt, the bartender
answers. “You mean Renee? Yeah. She just ordered her drinks a while ago. I bet
she’s down there dancing, or probably somewhere there making out. Hah.” He
points to a more secluded area.
“Thanks man”, he gulps
the drink in one go. Ferid’s calm expression does not betray him of the
jealousy and anger he feels right now. He waves a little to the bartender and
walk to the dance floor. Scanning the dance floor, he sees her dancing with a
man and he can feel his calm mask slipped. He quickly move towards them and yank
the man away. Renee stops dancing and she looks alarmed. Everybody stopped
dancing. Now, all eyes are on the three of them.
“Hey man. I’m dancing
with her. What do you think you’re doing huh?”, the man slurs. Seems like Mr.
Dancing Partner is drunk there.
“I’m taking her away”,
Ferid grabs her wrist.
“No, you’re so not”,
the drunk man swing his fist but missed and almost fall on his face.
The crowd gasp in
shock. But some whooping and whistling sound can be heard too. Ferid smirks.
Eyes twinkling with amusement. He swings his fist and directly make contact
with the drunk man. The drunk man falls down before scampering away like a dog
with its tail between its legs.
“Done gawking at us?”
Ferid’s sharp glare makes the crowd resume whatever they have been doing
before.
Renee struggles in his
grip. He turns to her, smiling. “I’m sorry for that. I don’t mean to ruin your
night. But that old man definitely wants not just a dance from you.”
“I know that. But what
makes you any different from him? It’s always my body that men want. You’re no
different. Isn’t that one night enough already?”
He feels his brows
twitching. Anger seeping through him like a blow of hot air. No, this is not
what he had planned. No, this woman is not just a one night stand. No. No. No.
His hands move automatically, clamping around Renee’s arm dragging her to a
place more secluded, away from the dance floor and the drunkards. All her
protests fall on deaf ears.
Ferid slams her against
the wall, trapping her against it and his body. Seething in rage, he pushes her
head hard to the wall. “You really got me all wrong there my darling. Whoever
said that that night will be our last one huh? I’m coming for you every fucking
day. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Renee writhes in pain.
She can feel her arms numbing. The side of her face stings. Red crimson oozing
from her temple. Trying to break free, she uses every ounce of energy to push
him away. But oh how Lady Luck is not on her side today. He doesn’t budge, even
a little. Hands still firm on her arms. A hand comes up, smacking her right on
the face. Another one clamping around her throat painfully, almost crushing her
windpipe.
She gasps for air. Her
eyes get teary. Black spots swimming in her vision, obscuring her view. “Please…
no…” Her struggles are futile. Slowly, she goes limp in his hands. “Don’t worry
princess. I’ll take care of you. You’re mine.” All she can see before losing
consciousness is his face looming over her with sick shit eating grin making
way on his face.
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Now I’ve got you in my space
I won’t let go of you
Got you shackled in my embrace
I’m latching on to you
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tap…
tap…
tap…
The sound of water
leaking is the first thing she hears even before she can get a grasp of the
situation. She can feel coldness seeping to her bones. She tries to open her
eyes but they seem to disobey her. It seems like somebody has glued her eyelids
using super glue.
clack…
clack…
clack…
Her ears picks up the
sound of footsteps coming nearer and nearer. Renee tries to fake sleep. “Nuh uh
darling. If I were you I definitely won’t do that. I know you’re awake
already”, Ferid said in a mock sing song.
Renee opens her eyes. Golden
teal meeting liquid mercury with specks of blue. Ferid smiles. A real, sincere
smile this time. He looks 180 degrees different from the one who knock her out
at the club. Trying to open her mouth to form words, she finds no
understandable words formed. A gag is placed over her mouth. All she can make
are gibberish sounds, groaning, and moaning in pain.
Her hands tied tightly
to the back of the chair while legs secured safely around the leg of it. She
tried moving but to no avail. She can feel her wrist stings from the friction
by the rope. He watches her, getting amused with her antics but still not
making any move. Tears started falling from her eyes. Ferid comes closer,
cupping her face and wipe the tears away with the back of his hand.
“Shush… Don’t cry
princess. You’re safe here with me. Don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you”,
he says, taking off the gag.
“No. No. No. Please
don’t hurt me. Le..let m..me g..g..o. Please… I won’t tell this to anybody. I
promise”, she sobs. Her sobbing gets harder with the passing time. She knows
all her begging are useless but she still tries anyway.
He crouches next to
her. Hands caressing her face slowly, then her hair. He leaves lingering pecks
on her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and lastly lips. “Can’t do and I don’t
want to”, he says before walking to the door, turning off the lights. The only
sound accompanying her is the water leaking and the sound of footsteps nearing
again.
Panic seeps through her
every fibre when she feels hands all over her. The next thing is blood curdling
screams echoing through the house.
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I’m a slave for you
I won’t deny it
I’m not trying to hide it
I really wanna do what you want me
to do
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Sun rises. Sun sets. Moon
never once misses taking over the shift from the Sun. Seconds turn to minutes.
Minutes to hour. Hour to days. Days to weeks. Weeks to months. Time flies,
hasn’t once stops. And Renee is still there, breathing, alive. Soon she lost
count of time. Finally accepting the fate that is presented to her on a silver
platter.
Ever since her first
try of getting away, which ends up with her brutally ravished by the said man,
she’s put in the cage. She can’t remember the last time she steps out of the
cage or even the room. Thinking back, her master has been taking care of her
all this time. She does not need to do anything.
No need to work her ass
off for money. No old greasy man touching her everywhere. No more one night
stands calling her asking for more. Everything she can ever think of, he will
get them, prepare them for her. Where else can she finds such a nice wonderful person
that loves her?
Her master always
brings her food. Not one meal missed. Fresh clothes are always there for her to
change into. Baths are always ready. He bathes her. Shampoos her. Soaps her. Rinses
her. Feeds her. Lulls her to sleep. Pleasures her until she falls asleep and
waking up with a delicious ache all over her body. You just name it, and all he
had taken care of.
The only thing that’s
separating her from being treated like a true human is the cage she’s in. But
Renee seems not to mind about it anymore.
creak…
She knows her master
has come for her. Smiles making its way to her face.
clack…
clack…
clack…
She tries to straighten
out her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. Renee combs her finger through her
hair, not wanting to look messy. She sits prettily as Ferid comes nearing with
a tray on his hand.
“Dinner time baby.
You’ve been a good girl while I’m gone right?”, she nods enthusiastically.
“Of course you are.
Here’s a treat for you”, he swings a packet of her favourite snack in front of
her. She grabs it and gives him a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Let’s have our dinner
and then I’ll reward you for being such a good girl today”, he smiles at her.
She mirrors him back. Eyes glistening with adoration, happiness and submission.
Ferid opens the lock to her cage and steps in, closing the door back with him.
“Yes, Master. I would
love so. How’s your day today?”, she asks. Mouth waters seeing the food and
excitedly waiting for him to feed her.
“I feel a whole lot
better when I see you, when I’m with you”, Ferid replies, smiling softly while
feeding her. She smiles shyly, munching the food slowly as she knows he does
not tolerate her being messy.
Renee decides that
she’s better here than off living in the real world. No, she won’t leave this
man. No, she won’t leave this place. She believes there’s no other guy more
suited to her. The very same thought goes through her as she later moans,
writhing in pleasure, eyes peering upwards, watching her master on top of her.
His grey eyes are clouded so hard with lust making them appear almost black.
Their bodies move in rhythm, twin moans echoing throughout the house.
I’m his. He’s mine. Always.
Forever.
Renee smiles.
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I don’t wanna live in a world
without you
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