Story Excerpt

I’m Spike, and this is the third time I’ve played this game in the city, honing my craft with each clueless target. Emily, this shy, nerdy-sexy chick from another department at the corporate hellhole I work at, caught my eye with her dark hair, thick glasses, big tits, and that juicy ass barely contained in her tight skirts. I’m bored out of my skull with the daily grind, so I decided she’d be my next plaything. It started with watching her at her desk, fumbling with paperwork, completely unaware of the predator in the room. I overheard her talking about joining a dating app, desperate to connect, and that’s when I knew I had her.

I catfished her with a fake profile, playing into her geeky interests, and got her to agree to drinks after work. At the dive bar, I kept her at ease, laughing about office bullshit while slipping a little something into her cocktail when she wasn’t looking. Her eyes glazed over, her speech slurred, and I had her right where I wanted her—helpless. I dragged her half-conscious body to a cheap hotel nearby, groping her on the way up, whispering how she was all mine now.

In the hotel room, I owned her completely. She was out cold on the bed, and I took my time, violating her in ways she’d never know—using a wine bottle, snapping photos of her sprawled out, bare and vulnerable, and taking her hard while growling filth she couldn’t hear. The power rush was unreal, knowing I’d see her at work the next day, clueless about the secret I held over her. I cleaned up just enough to make it look like a sloppy hookup, savoring every second of her unawareness.

The morning after, she woke up confused, head pounding, clothes off, and I played it cool. “Shit, we got carried away last night,” I told her, smirking as shame burned across her face. She didn’t push, too embarrassed to ask, and I knew I had her locked in silence. Back at the office, I watched her from across the departments, avoiding my gaze, trembling hands betraying her nerves. I leaned in close at the coffee machine, muttering, “Last night was wild. Let’s keep it between us, yeah?” She nodded, trapped by her own insecurity, while I grinned, already flipping through the photos on my phone.

This ain’t the last time I’ll play this game, but for now, Emily’s mine in a way no one else will ever understand. I’m already itching for the next one, knowing I’ve got this down to an art.