She never could have predicted that visiting her sick grandmother would change her life forever.
If she knew from the start how it ends, would she still make the same choices?
Did she ever even have any choice to begin with?
Prey
Once again, I get a feeling like someone is watching. It may be only my imagination playing tricks, but there’s a captivating energy in the air.
My heart skips a beat—I can swear I’m not alone.
If I glance toward the windows, will I see a silhouette emerging in the dark?
The thought of unknown eyes lingering on me should make my skin crawl in...
She never could have predicted that visiting her sick grandmother would change her life forever.
If she knew from the start how it ends, would she still make the same choices?
Did she ever even have any choice to begin with?
Prey
Once again, I get a feeling like someone is watching. It may be only my imagination playing tricks, but there’s a captivating energy in the air.
My heart skips a beat—I can swear I’m not alone.
If I glance toward the windows, will I see a silhouette emerging in the dark?
The thought of unknown eyes lingering on me should make my skin crawl in fear. Instead, it’s the most excitement I’ve felt in months. I catch myself adoring this thrill coursing through my veins, and I immerse in the fantasies of my stalker…
Predator
As I stand in the complete blackness of the night, hidden away from the moonlight by the tree shadows, an overwhelming wave of guilt crashes over me—a tide forceful enough to pull even a beast like me under.
I know I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be watching, but there’s no help for myself.
It’s an addiction, a compulsion that I’m powerless to break free from. The animal in me is much stronger than any of the decency I have left of my humanity.
I continue to spy, unable to tear my eyes away from her…
