Rebecca Nillson

“There are a lot of playthings here…it makes me so very hungry.”

She raised her hands in mock surrender.

“You got me. You’re a smart one, aren’t you? Tracking me down must have taken a while.”

Rebecca was never hidden about her urges. She was hungrier than ever.

“We both know how this ends. So come on. Give me a cuddle. Lower your guard…”

“It’s been a while…”

She’d been quiet today, and yet once Rebecca came home her skin was aglow.

“Can’t a girl enjoy herself? You’re so clingy.”

The writhing mass on the bed struggled to stand desperate for escape. Rebecca smiled.

“You wanted this, remember? It’s ok darling. I’ll finish you off.”

“I love Halloween. Dressing up as the scariest monsters? What’s not to love. What’s my costume? I’m the creature that will drag you away and tear you limb from limb. I’m the monster that will drain your soul and feast on what remains. I guess I didn’t change up from last year…”

“Work is trying to keep me away from indulging in you pretty things, but I will get to you. Each and every one of you.”

“Here comes the sleep. No point fighting it, so hold onto me as I dream. Your flesh will provide such comfort…”

Another night, another bar. Rebecca was on her last drink feeling the warm buzz begin to nip at her vision.

“Come on, walk me home. It’s not safe for a lone lady like me.”

She smiled that faltering practiced smile. This was too easy. It wasn’t safe for whoever accompanied her.

“Because you’re adorable. You fought so long to be a strong independent creature and instead you’ll end up exactly where you started. But don’t worry. I’ll protect you. I always look after my pets. You’ll feel all the warmth and love I have to give. Doesn’t it just sound perfect, little flower?”

“Control is just another way of restricting freedom. Freedom to feel what I want and do what I want. Don’t you just want to feast and go wild? Come on!”

Rebecca stepped closer, her eyes wide with manic excitement.

“What a rush! A thrill! It just feels right! Not like every day having to hide…”

“When you put it like that, it does kind of make me sound like a monster.”

Rebecca frowned for a moment. Then smiled again.

“Yes, it’s just like that. Sometimes there’s just a time and a place you’ve got to go, you know? It was just his time.”

She gestures to the bucket, giggling.

“Bye bye!”

“You know, I’ve always wanted a pet. I see people walking around with their dogs and their cats and they look so happy…don’t you want to make me happy?”

Rebecca laughs. Every little whimper and grumble only makes her more excited.

“You know you can’t resist the thought of being used as my pet.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not dodging. I’m not defending. I’m just holding you. So squirm all you want. Thrash and nip. Bite and scratch. It won’t change a thing.”

Heat, warmth, suffocating intimacy. Rebecca simply smiled with satisfaction.

“You’re meant for this; to be taken, used. Ok dear?”

“You’re shaking.”

Rebecca smirked, she let out a small exhale. Just enough to breathe against Dusk’s ear. A reminder of how close she was.

“I thought you were a big brave brute. What happened?”

She pulled Dusk into an embrace. It felt stifling.

“What will the little monster do now…?”

“No need to be embarrassed. It isn’t right that this form of expression is new to you, it’s clear you should be loved and respected and cherished and oh so many things.”

Rebecca smiled, and leaned closer. Her lips were inches from Dusk’s ear.

“So, should I still crush you? Or will you be nice?”

Rebecca nodded slowly, feeling the automatic flexing of Dusk’s hand.

“I know, I know. It’s hard to contain the feeling sometimes. You just want to shout and tear and slash and all you really need is to breathe and relax.”

She placed both hands on Dusk’s now, holding it gently.

“Feeling better?”

“Dusk. What a cute…”

Rebecca paused, smiling politely.

“Excuse me. What a strong name. See how much better this is? No need for violence. No need for scrapping and fighting. Just one little touch.”

She squeezed Dusk’s hand, softly, carefully. It was as if she was testing it. Exploring it.

Rebecca smiled. She crouched down, making herself only slightly shorter.

“Listen dear, you can go down that route and get squashed like a bug. Or you can take a deep breath, calm yourself, and we can talk like normal people.”

She extended her hand.

“I’m Rebecca. And you are?”

“Oh goodness me…it’s just so cute.”

Rebecca laughed, almost losing her composure. It took her longer than usual to relax back into her practiced, measured pose.

“Please, shred my skin and make me regret I ever crossed the mighty tiny creature. Do you want me to kneel so you can reach my face?”

“Confidence from such a small thing as you is sweet. Almost pitiable. I’m afraid however that the word which comes to mind when looking at you isn’t “fear” or “terror” or even “threat”. You are simply “adorable”…”

“One of these days I’ll be gone, perhaps driving down a road far from here, and my only memory of you will be a touch. A kiss. A look in the eyes. Isn’t that the best we can all hope for, darling?”

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It’s just next to the strip mall. Yeah, not in the strip mall yet, it’s…yeah…

“Aren’t they all bad?”

Rebecca pouted, her cigarette coming to the end of its life. She flicked the ashes and watched them as they floated into the dark.

“When they refuse or fight me, that makes them bad. Who could refuse me?”

She glanced at the remains, smiling.

“Serves him right, really.”

It was morning, barely. She was still in the same elegant dress as the night before, eyes hollow from the lack of sleep. But she was fed, she was happy, was content.

“It’s such a waste to go home now.”

Rebecca looked around at the people scurrying about. She licked her lips.

“Aw, you’re so sweet to do all this for little old me.”

Rebecca giggled as she watched the work begin. There wasn’t a huge amount left, but it was certainly spread out.

“Careful with that. If you leave any behind I could get into trouble, and then how will we meet up? We’ll forever be apart…”

When I struck out to start a firm by myself, I knew it would be tough. But as we all know, the toughest meal can be chewed and eaten with enough persistence.

I believe this is the start of-

Oh god I LOCKED MYSELF OUT AGAIN

COME ON

Hello? Anyone?

Uh…

N…nevermind.

Sleeping in the car again…

“You should see the other guy. What’s left of him at least.”

Rebecca took a drag and blew smoke into the frigid night air. She licked at the residue still on her lips.

“They hide the nicest flavours under all those layers, it takes ages to get through to it. How about desert?”

CW: CNC/Dubcon/struggle/cum eating/forced breeding/Biting (But it's all enthusiasticly consenting)

I want you to grab me from behind as I turn down a dark alley.

I want to thrash and lash out at you, maybe clip your cheek with my nails.

I want you to call me a fucking slut as you pin me

1/5

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