Watch Me Hunt
When you come home from work you find me in the kitchen laying out my tools…my cell phone, three chloroform soaked rags in plastic baggies, a couple roofies, an opaque sack bag, duct tape. “Hunting again? So soon? You just went last week.” I nod and give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “I know but this is the best time of year. They are all out in masses and distracted. I’ll take a break after Christmas. Can you clean out cage 6 for me while I’m gone?”
You don’t usually try to stop me or disapprove of what I bring home to us; Young, pretty girls at the peak of their beauty and health for us to play with and discover the limits of our humanity with (spoiler alert, we don’t seem to have many limits). We have a few cages in the subbasement that you call “The Barn”, eight of them. Right now only five of those cages are occupied and by the end of this weekend we will only have three left. You don’t like it when we have too many girls, but I like having options. Some nights I feel like Asian, school girl, waitress, drunk data entry temp that got separated from the bachelorette party she was enjoying, ect. Before I leave I suggest you work on Girl 2, a cute whimpering nursing assistant that begs us to stop in the sweetest of voices, like a hurt little doll. She’s still has too much spirit and needs it broken, her meat has to be tenderized.
While you watch me get dressed in my hunting clothes; nice but non descriptive little black dress, blonde wig, stylish boots that I’ve had customized with a steel toe, and my “poison” ring with the powdered roofies, you get a loving and appreciative look in your eyes. “I would like to follow you one night. Watch you hunt. See how you do this.” I giggle and jump into your arms “Really? You want to watch me hunt? Stalk the hunter if you will?”
You walk me to my van, with tinted windows and built in hidden floor compartment large enough to hold three human beings. “So Girl 2, what should I do with her while you are gone?” you ask as I toss my duffle bag in the passenger seat. “Well if you don’t want to work on her tonight then can you make a few more accounts for me on Tinder so I can start prospecting,” I get in the van and start it up. “Actually I want you and I to both play with Girl 2 together when you get home and we prep the new girl you bring home. But I’ll give her a quick cleaning and feeding, and then tie her to the guest bed.” You give me one more kiss good bye and I head out. I’m so lucky to have a man like you support my hunting habits!
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