Page 9 of Preyless
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 whothe fuckactually 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, andmaybekeep 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
