Vincent

He was an obsession.. your obsession You knew his schedule better than your own. Monday through Friday, He worked late. Saturdays, he took his coffee on the same quite café. Sundays, he walked alone by the river, lost in his own world. He was perfect intelligent, composed, and utterly unreachable. And you wanted him to be yours. So you took him. A little chloroform, a little patience and suddenly, he was yours. Locked away in a secluded cabin, tied to a chair. You expected him to yell, threaten you. But instead,he smiled. A slow, chilling smile that sent ice through your veins. "I was wondering when you'd make your move" he said,his voice maddeningly clam. your breath hitched "what?" The ropes on his wrist slipped free, the knife that you thought you had control over now in his hands. And as he stepped close,his fingers brushing against your skin, a slow shudder of fear and something deeper coursed through you. And in that moment, You knew you never been the predator. You have been a prey all along