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He never should have been drinking like that.
It had been a full day since Tommy had woken up, head pounding, body aching in all sorts of places from the dehydration, and he still felt like absolute shit. Pills hadn’t helped, greasy food wasn’t staying down, he’d had to skip his classes that day. Something he wasn’t used to, being that he was a relatively good student. Shit grades, yeah, but a good student.
So he stayed in his room, waved off his roommate’s invitations to go out. He’d had enough the other night. Gotten a little too wild, for a party that wasn’t even for him, hosted by people he barely knew. Wasn’t exactly the best 18th birthday. But, he’d been the one to not tell anybody what day it was, so. That was on him, he guessed. He’d definitely earned this hangover, so he’d take the pain as due punishment.
It was boring, though, sitting in the dark waiting to stop hurting. So yeah, maybe it was bad for his headache to pull out his phone and start scrolling through Reddit, but it was worth it anyway. Better to have fun than to survive, ay?
Ok, maybe mindless scrolling wasn’t actually fun, per se, but it passed the time. It must have been at least an hour of animal videos and shit memes before he saw it pop up on his feed.
A text post. From a subreddit made for posting your deepest secrets, or your darkest thoughts. Tommy had used it, before, when he’d been at his lowest, and every now and again he’d see a post come up from someone spilling it all to the world. A lot of the time, it was dumb whining from someone who had no one else to complain to, or fake bullshit just to get attention. But every once in a while, it was someone like him, or at least, the person he’d been. Someone who needed an ear, a helpful comment, a hand to pull them back from the darkness. So he never left the community, never blocked it from his feed. And he’d give this post the same chances he gave everything else. He settled in, adjusting his aching body in a more comfortable position, to read.
At first, it instantly clocked as the type of post he’d hated more than anything: the fake ones. The ones made by self-obsessed weirdos who wanted the world to think their lives were more exciting than they really were. Tommy had to give the user credit, they were good at making it sound real. Good at making him shiver, afraid of the idea that this evil was out there. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t.
He was so sure.
Until he realized how familiar it felt. Until he scrolled back up, read the title of the post again.
Tommy stared in horror at his phone screen, the light capturing every detail of the slowly growing terror on his face, as he read and reread the words that would spark the downward spiral of his once-normal life, rock the foundation of everything he knew. The discovery that would ruin him.
u/maskedhunter posted in r/Confessions
I Took Your Smile Pin :)
I haven’t gone to a party in a long time. Guess I’ve been trying to stay clean of these bad habits of mine. But I slipped today, fell off the wagon. Went back to my old hunting grounds. College campus party, right at the end of exams. When the college kids are at their drunkest. When the prey is at their weakest.
You… god, you were so far gone, slamming shots like that. So competitive, just like me. And so many drinks in one thin, lithe body, it’s a wonder you lasted so long. I watched you stumble your way to a bedroom and almost manage to close the door behind you. Imagine, if you had locked it, how different things would be.
I gave you a minute. You weren’t going anywhere, not yet. I just watched. When the time was right, I crossed the room, sneaking in after everyone got distracted by the guy smashing bottles on the wall. I locked the door for you this time. Turned around to get a good look. And god, the sight of you.
You were face-up, passed out, sprawled out on the sheets like an offering. Blonde hair curled around your face in a golden halo. Your jeans must have been uncomfortable, you had already peeled them off to your ankles. It’s like you were trying to make it easier for me. Like you wanted me to do it.
I was so sure you were a guy, which is why I felt so strange hunting you. You’re not my usual prey. It’s nothing personal, just easier in my line of work. But when I got closer, saw the flat plane of your crotch, and realized what you were hiding? God. The ecstasy I felt.
I don’t know what you are, but I won’t assume anymore, don’t worry. I’m gonna find out eventually. And it won’t matter to me. You aren’t safe either way.
I saw the pin on your blue knit sweater. Plain white, with a smiley face. It was small, hiding among all the flags and more extravagant designs, but it called to me. I leaned over, took it off, put it in my pocket.
And then I raped you.
I had to prep you first, just a little. Enough so that you wouldn’t tear so much, so maybe you wouldn’t notice when you woke up the next day. Used plenty of lube, don’t worry. I bet it didn’t hurt at all.
Or maybe it did. You were honestly so tight, I almost couldn’t fit inside. It took everything I had to push each inch of my cock inside you without cumming on the spot. The whimper you made, when I bottomed out, when I stretched you on my cock, god. That was almost the end of me.
And don’t think I didn’t see the blood on my dick, when I started pumping inside of you. I know you were a virgin. I wonder if you’ve realized you aren’t anymore.
I liked the little sounds you made while I fucked you. Even asleep, you were trying to egg me on, make me move faster and harder, with every little noise. I had my hands on the mattress, at either side of your head, propped myself up so I could watch your face while you took my cock. You looked confused. God, you were so innocent. I wish you had woken up. I wish I could’ve watched you realize what was happening, listen to you scream.
It’s been too long since I last hunted. I lost control, couldn’t keep up a steady pace, didn’t fully enjoy you the way I’d have liked to. It couldn't have been more than a couple minutes before I was filling you up. Staking my claim. I’ve never come inside prey before, always been so careful. Not this time. I think I wanted to breed you, even back then, before I realized what I have now.
I’ve never kissed my prey before either. So many first times that day. You should be honored.
I cleaned you up. Dressed you, fixed your clothes, left the door open. Wasn’t too long until I saw someone pick you up, take you outside and, most likely, back to your home. They seemed like your friend. I’ll remember them. It’s going to make it so much easier.
Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you. You’re different from the other prey, you’re special. I want to hear what you sound like, I want to see what color your eyes are. I can’t remember your smell, I never saw you naked. It’s driving me insane, all these things I don’t know about you yet.
So I have to find you.
I’m going to find you.
I’m going to rape you again.
You don’t stand a chance, cute little thing. Not against me. I’ve never hunted like this, but I know where to start. I’m gonna find your little friend. He’ll have something that connects to you, a name or a photo, anything. Hell, I’ll scour every inch of this fucking campus looking for you. Everyone you know, everything you’ve touched, everywhere you’ve gone, I’ll find the scattered pieces of your life, drenched in your scent, and follow it back to you. And then I’m gonna tear you apart.
I’m wearing the pin I took from you. I think it suits me.
- :)
For a long moment, all Tommy could do was sit and stare at the phone screen in silence. There was no way. It was fake, obviously, those posts always were. Shit like this didn’t happen. Or it was real, and it was about someone else, some other poor idiot who got drunk at a party recently, slamming shots, fell asleep in a room by themselves, and couldn’t remember how they got home. Someone who was blond, and thin. Who wore his clothes, and his pins-
His pins.
Tommy shot up like rocket, his sheets almost torn off the bed as he raced through his cluttered dorm room, tossing aside the dirty laundry that was scattered across the floor, searching desperately through the mess until-
There. His blue knit sweater. Thrown into a corner, after he’d woken up the next day and found he’d been using it as a makeshift pillow, leaving it stained with drool. His favorite sweater, the front of which he’d absolutely covered in every pin he could find, pride flags and dumb puns and pictures of animals. The sweater that had been his safety blanket for so long, that wrapped him in soft warmth and covered his chest with flimsy metal scales…
There was a small empty space on the left patch, right above where his heart would be.
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u/crazeyyycat: is this real? ugh kys
u/libby19: why was this kinda hot lmao