Chapter 3
THREE
RORY
I tossed and turned for hours upon hours, and probably for every reason one could possibly think of.
Lumpy pillows? Check.
Feeling way hotter than I should have? Check.
The afternoon sunlight peeking out from behind the blackout curtains that didn’t fit the window properly? Check.
Not to mention, anxiety was blooming in my stomach. A part of me hoped that my phone would just spontaneously combust so I wouldn’t have to open the notifications that may or may not have been there from my lonely actions of yesterday.
Preyless.
An absolute act of desperation for some kind of human companionship. In the form of…a kink app…with anonymous strangers…who may or may not want to kill me. Because who the fuck actually knows any of their intentions?
Maybe you’ll be into that next, my subconscious whispered at me.
The bitch.
It wasn’t completely wrong, though.
I groaned after flipping my pillow for the millionth time that afternoon. Knowing sleep was genuinely never going to present itself to me, I grabbed my phone and squinted against the harsh, bright light that illuminated from my phone screen.
7:34 p.m.
My eyes widened in shock. Either I had slept more than I thought, or I had, once again, escaped time through a bubble of dissociation.
Considering my body ached with exhaustion, I went with the second option.
Scrubbing at my eyes wearily, I ripped the Band-Aid off and unlocked my phone, immediately opening the app of pending doom. To my surprise, there were six messages waiting for me.
Immaturely, my heart grew warm at the sight.
I sighed.
God, I was as pathetic as ever.
For a girl who made a profile on a kink app, requesting for a random man to dress up and hunt her down before fucking her senseless, and maybe keep her after that—it was disturbing how butterflies fluttered at the thought of someone merely wanting to talk to me.
And that feeling was made ever worse by the fact that the majority of the messages were even more pitiful than I was.
That was something I should have expected, given it was literally an anonymous sex app. But I still felt the slightest bit foolish over feeling any sort of dopamine over the attention— when what awaited me was just a slightly spicier version of a dating app.
AnonymousDaddy204
Hi, Kitten. Need a daddy? You’re beautiful.
My nose wrinkled. No, thanks. Anyone who called themselves “Daddy” without earning the title or honorific probably had the penis of a frat boy taking steroids.
I deleted the message before moving on to the next one.
HotterThanYour3x
ur ex never did it rite, i got the zip ties n snacks babe
His username got a snort. But one quick look at his profile, showcasing nothing but cages, collars, and animal ears, made me delete the message as fast as the first one.
To each their own, but that was definitely not for me.
Even if he was correct—I never did get snacks. Was that an option?
The next set of messages had usernames and openings that one would absolutely expect from such a platform.
69King4Life
U into some freaky shit. Me next.
Will3atYou0ut4Tacos
On a scale of 1-10, how horny are you right now?
FutureStepDad3081
I’m not saying I’m daddy…but I am saying you look adoptable.
TaterThot
Call me Mr. Potato Head…because I’m ready to mash
The scowl on my face could have been tattooed on.
Delete, delete, delete, and delete.
Alright, the last guy did make me chuckle, but he was absolutely not the vibe I was looking for with my darker interests.
I didn’t want to fuck a potato.
“God,” I muttered to myself. “I should have just downloaded Ponder to get laid.”
Right as I was about to close the app and get started on the day, another message came in. I had half a mind to delete it on demand and deactivate my profile already, but the words in the chat bubble made me pause before I could.
PreyForUs
‘PetalstoFangs,’ huh? Is there any meaning to that?
Shrugging, I decided to answer. At least that one had decent grammar, and I really didn’t want to get ready for work just yet. Worst case scenario, I could just block them if they turned out to be as lame as the previous usernames, anyway.
PetalstoFangs
You could say that. I don’t think I’m the same girl I was from a few years ago. Reinventing myself, I suppose.
The response was immediate.
PreyForUs
I don’t think any of us are the same person we were years ago. Life has a way of doing that to us.
What’s your story?
PetalstoFangs
My story? What do you mean?
PreyForUs
Yeah. Why aren’t you the same girl you used to be? I can get popcorn for the lore if it would make you feel better. Or we can exchange stories.
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours ;)
I snorted at that one. I never thought I would receive that in the context of trauma. It also made me smile that this human used the term lore, too.
Whoever I was talking to definitely passed the vibe check, more than ever.
Sighing, I decided to go with a lacking but truthful answer.
PetalstoFangs
Got in a relationship with the wrong kind of man. I haven’t known peace since.
PreyForUs
Are you still with said man?
PetalstoFangs
I am not.
PreyForUs
Good. I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.
That made me smile as I typed up my next message.
It almost felt protective.
I liked it.
Even if it was from a stranger who could do absolutely nothing about it.
PetalstoFangs
Oh, yeah? What does that mean?
PreyForUs
Ah, ah, darlin’. We may be on a kink app, but the FBI still have their ways. I’ll keep that one to myself for now.
I blinked.
That shouldn’t have been hot. But it absolutely was.
PetalstoFangs
Alright. I showed you mine. Your turn.
Dear God, don’t send me a dick pic yet. I’m exhausted and will bite it off.
I needed sex, sure, but I was a lady, after all.
PreyForUs
Feisty. Wasn’t on the agenda, though.
What do you want to know? We’re an open book, pretty girl.
My eyebrows scrunched together at his usage of the word we’re, and I quickly clicked on his profile to read more about the man I was talking to.
Or…men, I realized.
I could have face-palmed then and there. That would have explained why their username had the word us in it, too.
Fucking duh.
I really needed to sleep for another twenty-four hours.
My eyes scanned their profile for more information, and my heart could have exploded at the number of kinks we had in common.
PreyForUs is into: BDSM power dynamics (dominant), breath play, breeding, collaring, cosplay, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, exhibitionism, fear play, kidnapping, light pain, mask play, non-con, orgasm control, ownership, pegging, polyamory, primal (hunting/predator), sex toys, somnophilia, weapon play
PreyForUs is maybe into: blood, bruising, DD/LG, fisting, hypnotism, sensory deprivation, squirting/cum play
PreyForUs is not into: chastity, cheating, gangbang, glory hole, pet play, self-humiliation (both sides), sharing outside dynamic, tickling
I didn’t know if I should have been blushing, hiding, or falling down at their feet for all the information presented in front of me.
I was overwhelmed, for sure.
But in that exact same breath, they were exactly what I was looking for. And I was more than curious to learn more about them. I clicked on their general information next, skimming over their location—Antarctica, which was just code for anonymous—and their bio.
PreyForUs Bio: M(34)/M(36) couple seeking a third (F). East Coast. Preference to long-term dynamic addition. Kinks are listed below for compatibility. Military-based, so we ask for patience in communication through text.
I jumped as another message from them came in.
PreyForUs
Don’t tell me we scared you away already. We didn’t even get into the lore. XD
PetalstoFangs
LOL. No, I was reading your profile. I have to know who could be on their way over to murder me, you know.
So, there are two of you? Which one am I speaking with?
PreyForUs
I don’t think you’d be too sad if we hunted you down, darlin’.
And we’re both talking to you. We live together.
PetalstoFangs
Quite the opposite, in complete honesty.
PreyForUs
That’s the only question you have for us?
PetalstoFangs
No. But why rush through all the good stuff? Unless either of you are just looking for a quick jerk off. In which case, I’m sure some other girl would love to help you out.
PreyForUs
Oh, pretty girl. Believe me. You’re intriguing, and a single quick jerk off would not be fulfilling for either of us whatsoever.
PetalstoFangs
I just blushed.
PreyForUs
I wonder how far down that blush goes.
I wonder if you’d enjoy us tracing it down. With our tongues…or worse.
I nearly choked on my own spit at that response. Whoever these men were, they were already showing themselves to be possessive, and it made my heart go pitter-patter.
A red flag to the majority of society. But exactly what I had been craving.
Except…
PetalstoFangs
What do you both look like? Your profile didn’t have that. I could be talking to a lonely eighty-year-old woman for all I know.
The photo came in immediately, and choking on my spit was no longer a concern given how my mouth dried up instantly. Their faces were cropped out of the shot—understandable, given the nature of the app and our anonymous identities—but their bodies were more than enough to fawn over.
Muscles upon muscles. Six packs. Biceps. Even their thighs were muscular.
And God…
They were tattooed.
Tattoos were my weakness. It could be a butterfly tattoo on a man’s pelvis, for all I cared.
I, shamefully, would have still probably licked it.
PetalstoFangs
Yeah…definitely not a lonely woman. My God. I almost just dropped my phone.
PreyForUs
Afraid not, pretty girl.
You okay over there?
PetalstoFangs
Nope.
I glanced at the time on the phone screen and cursed.
PetalstoFangs
I need to get ready for work, unfortunately. I’m sorry.
PreyForUs
So soon? We didn’t actually scare you off, did we?
PetalstoFangs
Absolutely not. Generally, I’d love to talk to you throughout my desolate night-shift activities, but my boss will be here tonight. And he kinda…doesn’t believe in cell phones, even if he means well.
PreyForUs
*laughing emoji*
Enjoy your shift. We’ll be here.
Oh, and darlin’? Turn your location off in the settings. That’s unsafe as all hell, and anyone could find you if they have the skills to do so. Including us.
A normal girl would have deactivated their account from that message alone.
But me? I smiled.
That was exactly what I wanted.
I had been married to an abusive man who did terrible things to me.
A man who made me suck on guns for nothing but his cruel intentions of hurting me.
A man who forced me to run through the woods and hide, or else there would be hell to pay.
A complete and utter psychopath. The kind of man who would never be missed, and when that drunk driver hit him… I felt nothing but relief.
Even if that meant I’d rot in hell with him.
And yet, through my healing journey and therapy sessions, I had learned that I craved what he did to me, now more than ever.
That danger. That psychotic yet lustful hunt.
But…on my terms.
As I went into my settings to turn my location off—appeasing them, for the moment—I only hoped they did, indeed, possess those scary tracking skills.
Because I already knew that I would let them keep me as their desired third if they tracked me down.