
Do you know what I am? What I truly am? I’m a hunter. A predator. The apex predator of dominance, of femininity, of corruption and kink. I’m the voice in your mind when you sleep at night. The thought in your head when you wake in the morning. I am the corruption coursing through your veins.
And you fear it. You fear what I could do to you. If I took you to the edge of your limits and pushed you beyond. I know you fear that, but that’s what captivates you too. The idea of what I could do to you. The idea of what a predator could do with its prey, once you’re caught.
Every file is a trap. Every word a poison dart to your mind. I am the hunter, and not only do you struggle to run… you crave to be caught. You’re afraid of me, of course. Afraid of what I could do to you, but that’s what really turns you on. To be hunted like the prey you are. To be caught and changed and twisted into something new, not for your pleasure. For mine.
You’re right to fear me, to fear the hunter. But you can’t help craving me too.
CW: Dark themes of ego death, corruption and dangerous kinks.
