My violent desires are harmless.

My fantasy tends to scare most women away, but my daydreams never hurt anyone.

When I find Mona, a mysterious artist with similar carnal needs, we indulge in roleplaying.

It seems like I found my dream girl.

But while we grow closer, Mona’s desires become more extreme, and my primal cravings become harder to control. As her secrets are exposed, it’s increasingly difficult to tell right from wrong, hunter from prey.

I’m not actually supposed to hurt her, but then I realize Mona isn’t just playing along with my fantasies: she’s playing with me.

And I refuse to be her toy.

Author’s Note: This is a horror story with extreme content. It slowly builds to a violent conclusion. An extended content list is located on the author’s website. Reader discretion is advised.

A psychopath doesn't love. He possesses.

When you lose interest in a possession, you get rid of it. As I become bored of stalking innocent Rae, I decide to end her life.

But then she shows me the truth: underneath that good girl disguise lies a deviant little monster.

She reminds me of myself.

I wear a mask to hide who I am; Rae hides behind a normal fa?ade every single day. She's capable of so much more than she realizes, and that potential intrigues me.

A new challenge falls into place.

Can I make this girl hurt others like me? Yearn for blood like me? Kill like me?

I won't stop until I find out. As long as my girl amuses me, I'll let her live.

And when she no longer interests me, I'll discard her.

Author's Note: This is a horror story with explicit content. An extended content list is located on the author's website. Reader discretion is advised.