As Danielle left, I allowed myself to enjoy the sway of her ass. Some of these modern women were more attractive than every woman in my old tribe combined. Danielle’s big hazel eyes, voluptuous build, and the sensual way her brown hair flowed down to the small of her back sealed her fate.

My cock swelled uncomfortably in my pants at the thought of taking her. A cruel smile curled my lips. Danielle would soon beg for mercy. That swaying ass would be mine, but not until I claimed her other holes.

As a saber-toothed tiger, I had enjoyed stalking prey. Even now, I could rape Danielle before she escaped the building. But that was my tiger speaking. Her body wasn’t enough. I wanted to own her soul as well. For that, a mere physical attack wouldn’t do. Hunting her soul required a more elegant approach.

The door closed behind her, and I returned my attention to the disc and engraving tools. My mother had been our shaman, and she taught me to carve runes and use my mana to cast spells.

A few dollars had been enough to purchase engraving tools that put mothers stone painstakingly chipped stone knives shame. After some research, I found a source for cheap stainless-steel discs that I could carve my runes upon.

Instead of rough runes carved in stone, I worked my magic with fine instruments and polished stainless steel. Alone, either improvement would have lept my magic far past mothers. Combined, they pushed my spells to heights I wouldn’t have dreamed of attempting in the past.

Danielle didn’t realize it, but the disc she caught hadn’t accidentally drawn her blood. That had been the work of the rune I had carved onto one side. A sliver of metal that faded into existence when she caught the disk. On the other side had been a spell that gave me insight into her mind. When her blood hit the rune, I infused it with my mana, and the spell snapped into existence.

As I hoped, the love she had for her little brother, two younger sisters, and her parents weren’t hyperbole. They were more important than anything else to her, and that made them the perfect lever to bend her to my will.

It was time to carve two runes into five discs. One disc for each member of her family. The first rune would make them forget about Danielle, and the other would put them into hibernation.

Turning them all into mindless slaves would have been trivial, but ultimately boring.

Molding Danielle into a living sex toy, and using her soul as my personal source of ecstasy… That was how a god stalked his prey.

A few hours later, I finished carving the last one. Reaching through Danielle’s blood, I linked each disc to a different member of her family. Since I couldn’t move forward with my plan until the morning, I decided to prepare a few additional spells.

Early the next morning, I held all five coins in my hand, and concentrated, forcing my mana through the rune of forgetting I had carved on each coin. I smiled. It wouldn’t be long now. Soon, Danielle would be forced to choose between becoming my eager sex slave or watching her family die.

Chuckling at the thought, I took out my cell phone and sent my prey a text message. It was the first link in the chain I would use to bind her into becoming an eternal victim to my twisted fantasies.

***

Cooking breakfast was my favorite household chore, it always made me smile. The early twittering of songbirds, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and bacon sizzling on the stove. In another pan, I poured pancake batter. Until I found a new apartment, I would fix breakfast for them every morning. It was the least I could do for those I loved.

My phone chirped.

Since I was waiting on the batter to cook, I unlocked it and found a creepy text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Have you ever wondered what would happen if your family forgot you existed?

Shaking my head at the lunacy of some people, I slipped my phone back into my pocket. If they texted again, I would add that number to my ignore list.

Soon, the table was ready. Two dozen pancakes, a pack of bacon, and 8 scrambled eggs. Experience had taught me that I might need to fix a couple more pancakes, but this was probably enough. The girl’s footsteps came down the stairs, and I waved to them when they came around the corner.

Both froze, a strange expression on their faces. They backed up a few steps, then turned and ran back upstairs without a word. Internally, I rolled my eyes at the little drama queens. I wonder what game they’re playing this time.

A few minutes later, my father walked down the stairs. Normally he clumped down loudly, but this time he was so quiet that I wasn’t sure he was the one on the stairs until he rounded the corner.

The smile died on my lips when I saw the rifle aimed my way. There were two unbreakable rules he had taught me about guns. Treat all guns as though they are loaded, and never point a gun at anything you weren’t willing to shoot.

And, he had his big rifle pointed directly at me.

“Stranger, I don’t know who you are, but you’re in my house, using my kitchen. Don’t think I won’t shoot just because you’re a pretty woman. Leave. Now.”

My mouth fell open, and I stared at him in confusion.

“Father?”

The click-clack of his rifles bolt-action echoed loudly in the kitchen.

“My kids are in the house, and I will not hesitate to protect them.”

My heart jumped into my throat. He was serious!

The text. Whatever was going on, it must have something to do with the text. Trembling, I fled the house and climbed into my car. Father followed, gun still in hand. Quickly, I backed out and drove a few streets away. I didn’t trust myself to drive, so as soon as I could, I pulled over and placed the car in park.

When I unlocked my phone, a second message waited.

Unknown: Go back home. They’ll remember you again.

Danielle: Who are you?

Danielle: How is this possible?

Danielle: Why are you doing this?

They didn’t answer.

I tried calling the number, but it went straight to voicemail. Feeling like the main character in a horror movie, I drove back home. As soon as I stepped inside, my little sisters crashed into me, excitedly explaining how they had come downstairs for breakfast and found a stranger in the kitchen.

“I don’t trust anything in the kitchen. There’s no telling who she was, other than some crazy lady. Better to throw everything out than chance poison or drugs,” said mother.

“I’ll contact the police and have them come over and check for fingerprints,” said father. “I’m worn out, falling asleep on my feet. I think I’ll sit down and take a break.”

He nearly fell over before he could drop into one of the dining room chairs. I tried to wake him, but nothing worked. Something clattered behind me, and I turned to see my little brother laying on the floor with his eyes closed. Mother slid down the counter and banged her head on the floor.

Snoring.

Already certain of what I would find, I ran to the front room. My little sisters were asleep on the couch.

My phone chirped.

Heart pounding, I quickly checked my messages.

Unknown: They sleep so deeply that their internal organs will soon shut down and death will follow.

Unknown: Unless you pay the price.

Danielle: I’ll pay. What do you want?

Unknown: I drank a large glass of orange juice with my breakfast.

Unknown: Soon, I'll need to piss.

Unknown: If your lips aren’t wrapped around my shaft when I do...

Unknown: Your family will never wake up again

At first, my mind refused to understand what the words meant. It wasn’t until I read through the third time that I understood. My heart pounded in my chest and anger raged. For the first time, I wanted to kill someone. A few seconds later, the chilling truth froze the blood in my veins. I had to agree. There was no other choice.

Danielle: Where are you?

Unknown: In my office. Afterward, we will discuss the job offer I promised to deliver today.

Michael. That fucking bastard.

I stormed from my house and hurried to my car. I shuddered.  He couldn’t be serious about making me drink his piss. Right?

My phone chirped.

Unknown: Don’t say a word until I give you permission to speak.

I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t reply. Worry for my family pushed me to drive faster, even against my fear and disgust. How had he done this? I could pretend that drugs had been used to put them to sleep but making them forget and then remember me was impossible. No drug could do that.

Calling the police was an option, but it seemed far too likely to get my family killed. If they believed me, what could they do? What proof was there? Even the texts on my phone wouldn’t prove anything.

As horrible and disgusting as making this ‘payment’ would be, at least it wouldn’t take very long.

Except, that wasn’t what scared me.

Surely, any job offer from him would be of the ‘offer you can’t refuse’ variety. Driving back to his office was already hard enough. I didn’t dare dwell on what might happen next, or what duties might be included.

Far too quickly, I arrived. Like last time, the first room was empty. I opened my mouth to say something but remembered at the last moment that he said not to speak until he gave me permission.

Gathering my courage, I took a deep trembling breath and walked to his office on rubbery legs. Tentatively, I tapped on the door.

“Enter,” he said. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command. A demand. One I didn’t dare disobey. I licked my lips nervously.

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Opening his door, I stepped into his office and froze. Everything was different,even though nothing had changed. The same man sat behind the same desk, but thistime his smile wasn’t infectious. It chilled me to the bone. Last time, his gaze had traveled past my breasts, nearly ignoring them. Thi…

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