Author's Preface
I was on top of the world...
Hunting and owning everything in sight.
Watching prey squirm.
Begging.
Pleading.
...
Nothing was more satisfying than watching the light leave their eyes.
Knowing the last thing they felt was pure, unfiltered terror.
And that I was the cause of it.
ME.
I did that.
The power over them.
The knowledge that, for that brief moment, I was their God...
And they were my bitch.
Pure ecstasy.
And I was damn good at it, too.
..........
But tonight...
That all changed.
..........
Why?
Because I innocently chose the wrong fucking victim.
Seriously?!
How the fuck was I supposed to know I'd end up picking a fight with a homicidal ninja squirrel with immunity to pain?
FUCK ME!
..........
Okay.
And that's when I knew I was in trouble.
Kali...
Kali was licking my cheap-ass but valuable blade to...
Taste her own blood.
Yeah...
I'm fucking dealing with someone who's just as unhinged as me.
Maybe more.
Way to go, Dante.
You sure know how to pick your fucking victims.
Victim?
Victim my ass!
At this point, I was starting to suspect I'd accidentally wandered into her hunting grounds.
And judging by the look in her eyes...
I wasn't the predator anymore.
And since ten minutes had already passed...
I needed to fix my blood deficiency stat.
Not because it was a problem now.
Because it was rapidly becoming one.
Before I really became her bitch.
Then she just had to make my panic even worse, didn't she?
She just had to fucking speak.
"What's going on, old man? You're rapidly turning white as a ghost. You looking a bit... flushed?"
Curse her for noticing.
Never mind her.
I had bigger problems than a homicidal squirrel.
I shoved the bitch off me and immediately started crawling away.
Talk about a relentless psycho.
She was already trying to get my ass.
Literally.
I'm pretty sure she was aiming for it.
Trying to tear me a new one.
I guess she really wanted to make me her ass-fucking bitch.
Like I'd let that happen.
Her stupid ass forgot I had legs.
I kicked her hard enough to send her flying into a tree.
Then I scrambled farther down the slope, rolled over the embankment, and hit the bottom hard.
And there it was.
A raging river.
...
I looked back.
And there she was.
Already back on her feet.
And...
Yeah.
I knew that look.
Those eyes said she wanted to skin me alive.
Yup.
Fuck me.
So what was it going to be?
The river?
The blood loss?
Or this bitch?
...
Dammit.
I refuse to give her the kill.
So I dove.
The water seized me immediately, dragging me downstream with brutal force.
...
No idea if I'm going to survive this fucking travesty.
But damn.
That bitch better pray to whatever god she believes in...
That I fucking don't.
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