The Abyss

What is reasonable?

2025-06-01 6:39 PM

Am I an unreasonable person?

I am planning my self identified best friend's birthday bash. The venue is in my name and paid for by me, it costs hundreds upon hundreds. I was happy to cover this cost, it is her birthday after all. I never thought of demanding anything in return, either direct monetary compensation or "other means" of payment. It would be ludicrous to ask for such a thing in return for a birthday present. With that being said.

Was my request to bring a friend unreasonable? Am I in the wrong for asking to bring a single plus one to the venue - the venue I paid for - where dozens of people she hardly knows will be milling about for days? Am I selfish for asking for a single inconsequential concession when I have already put so much time and effort into making this party happen?

You're getting on my nerves, T. You know what happens to girls that get on my nerves.

Sizing Up Cuts

2025-06-01 8:32 AM

What makes good prey? This is a question I have put surprisingly little thought into. Recently I've been taking the time to consider it, and I think I've begun to piece it together. There are the obvious traits, that they are beautiful, and have wronged me in some way, but there's more to it than that.

The hunt is inherently a type of power exchange. Euphoria is achieved when I take power away from another. Ergo, the more power my prey has prior to being hunted, the more fulfilling it will be when I take it away from them. I've long known I took little pleasure in removing power from a particularly weak person; The fantasy never quite feels like a fantasy if those I claim lack the will or strength to fight back. But until now I've never considered the other side, that stronger women could be extra fulfilling. Not just physically strong either; Those with elevated status or power carry an extra allure that I now can't stop thinking about. Obviously there are elevated risks to hunting such people, but I think I have the perfect target in mind: D.

D, you must think you run this city. Nothing in this space we're forced to share happens withot you knowing. And yet, you're not invincible. You're recognized by so many of us, but you're practically invisble to the rest of the world. You're plenty powerful within this niche, and your demise will send shockwaves through it. Regrettable in the short term, but a changing of the guard wouldn't be the worst thing to happen to us. Your friends are the last ones eager to volunteer information to the cops, and the cops themselves may be hesitant to investigate the disappearance of a party hound and junkie. It's unfortunate that there is some known discontent that ties us together - Most predators get caught from hunting prey they're associated with - but someone like you has surely made more enemies than I.

To the onlookers, I'll spare you the details of what D did. She wronged me, her acts are someplace betwene "scamming me for artwork" and "leaving me to die after an overdose." The specifics do not matter, none of it will justify this, it's merely an excuse for me wanting it. A cute, powerful person, with countless locals that look up to her, yet she exists on the frige of law enforcement.

As I mentioned, the discord between D and I are publicly known. Perhaps I should wait longer, let it fade into the background, and let more likely suspects come and go from her life before I strike. Bide your time, lie in wait.

Good Girl

2025-05-30 7:41 PM

Nothing clever to say. No insults. No brooding. She really is a good girl. I'm not even going to upload a photograph of her, for now. We had a pleasant introduction at an event, and judging by her lips against mine, there is a good chance it could go further.

Thank you for trusting me, I.

A Good Life

2025-05-25 9:00 AM

All considered, I have a decent life. A broken life, but a life where I am still able to enjoy the greatest pleasures therein. At an event I'm entrusted to protect, a sweet young thing asked me for help navigating the dark forest trails at two in the morning. In our short time together, she confessed that she had just graduated high school, did not have her phone with her, and had no friends around. If I were a paranoid type, I might suspect she was deliberately attempting to bait a predator. It could not have been a more perfect time to strike.

I resisted however. I did not come to this venue to hunt, but to enjoy myself and expand my influence. I feel it would be counterintuitive to risk my reputation with these people at this stage. But I will savor the sensation of knowing how safe she said she felt around me, just as I was contemplating dragging her off the dark trail.

It was so easy, that it almost would have taken the fun out of the hunt. Almost.

Asking For Help

2025-05-21 3:00 PM

Mental healthcare is a sick joke. You have to already be well enough this broken excuse of a healthcare system to have any hope of finding the help that, at that point, you didn't really need in the first place.

If no therapist responds to my inquiries, maybe I should just go out and bag one instead. Why beg for what you need, when you can take what you want?

A took my gun, but I can get another easy. I can track down any one of those therapists. Knock on their door, and greet them with a pistol in their face and ropes around my shoulder.

Why hold the predator back when you can give in? Why should you grovel and plead for a shred of humanity, when you can simply take it away from somebody? Why show compassion to a world that refuses to do the same? Why let those mental health cunts continue to operate unchallenged? Why should I be a rape victim when I can be the perpetrator instead? Why accept being prey, when I can be a predator?

I don't think I'm special. I don't think the world owes me anything grand and spectacular. I think my demands are more than reasonable - That certain professionals should do their jobs, especially when I'm paying them, that certain friends should have a basic understanding of boundaries, and that just maybe they can all show a little bit of compassion. I may have fantasies about having cute girls bound and forced to serve me, but I don't think I'm owed that by any stretch. That doesn't mean I don't want to take it for myself anyways.

L

2025-05-04 11:23 PM

L. Truth be told, your crimes were relatively minor. I paid you a modest sum for artwork. Years later you never produced what I asked you to. I politely asked for a refund, and you decided to mock me instead. Furthermore, you treated me as the aggressor, when I half heartedly suggested that I could pay a different artist to finish the rough sketches you had given me over a year prior. It's a transgression, but a relatively minor one in the grand scheme of things. I didn't like your attitude though, and I did like your body.

A truly dangerous combination of emotions for me to have towards somebody. Being scammed out of a few hundred quid is hardly enough to justify violating a beautiful woman, and yet it will be all the more delicous when you beg me to stop, and think about how it all could have been avoided if you didn't try to rip me off for such a paltry sum. I can't wait to cut your uterus out, and show it to you.

E

2025-03-25 6:27 AM

E. I think about you so much. You were my final lifeline, the one support I was so sure I could rely upon. I came to you when I needed you the most, when I was on the brink of death. Perhaps a hospital would have been a better place to go, I admit, but I was so far detached from the chemicals flowing through my veins that I could not comprehend that. I asked for help, begged for help, just like you and countless others told me to do. You didn't have to do much. A quick call to the emergency services would have been enough, the bare minimum professional responsibility would have taken mere minutes. You just had to make a single phone call, I could have gotten help, and then your hands would be washed of me forever.

You left me to die. You left me on the literal doorstep to die.

When I needed help the most, you left me to overdose, as I tried futilely to silence the predator. I saw my own heartrate ticking down on my wrist, and I was so sure that I would not wake up again. I made a promise to the predator then. Please allow me to survive this, and in turn I will do everything within my power to ensure that you do not outlive me.

He granted my request. It was then I saw that he was not an enemy, but a friend. He is the only one who showed me compassion. He is the only one who listened to my cries. He is the only one who ever felt any anguish when I got hurt. He suggests I commit violence not out of malice, but because he knows it is the only way I will be safe, and happy.

I am coming for you, E. You may have a perfect life that you've built for yourself, but I will tear it away from you. I will touch your life, as you have touched mine. I will finally consume prey worthy of the predator that has stayed by my side through so much turmoil. I will make you understand what it's like to be utterly helpless, and certain you are about to die because of the actions of another. I will make you call me God.

It's not enough anymore

2025-03-01 4:00 PM

The pretty dead girls aren't enough anymore. I feel nothing. I don't feel catharsis, nor arousal, nor anger, nor sickness. I look at her, and I feel absolutely nothing. I envision her blood running across my skin, and I feel nothing. I listen for her final despeate pleas, and I feel nothing. I need more.

It all started with you

2024-09-30 12:00 AM

It all started with you. You tore everybody down to get to where you are today. You looked so happy when you were bound helpless in my bed. I should have killed you when I had the chance. If I had pulled out my knife and gutted you then and there, and stuffed your disgusting body into the dumpster, so much future heartache could have been avoided. I don't even want to violate your pussy. I just want you dead. So much of this community's fracturing can be traced directly back to you. Rest while you can, cunt. I'm not the only enemy you've made.

Another cunt for the pile

2013-09-25 6:00 PM

It was an accident. It was fucking accident. I never meant to hurt your friend, and yet you saw it fit to irrevocalby paint me as evil. Let me ask you a qeuestion, pig. When those closest to me believe me to be a monster, why should I even attempt to be anything else? I'll be sure to ask you this question as I smash each and every one of your pretty teeth out. If you think I am a predator, I will show you a fucking predator.

No Good Deed

2024-09-14 9:00 AM

I do not do good deeds expecting a reward. I do not expect money, or sex, or favors in kind, or a thank you, or even a general acknowledgment of what I do for others. But I rage internally when people respond with cruelty. You invited me into your home to protect you and your loved ones from a predator with far less self control than me. I did my job dutifully and without expectation of a thanks. And yet you had the audacity to turn around and throw it back in my face, and treat me like I'm some kind of freeloader. Fuck you. I'm leaving tonight. I will not touch your niece, but I hope that other predator breaks in and strangles her in front of you.

Intrusion

2024-09-09 3:00 PM

I know I can't have her. I know I must not have her. Her family has entrusted her safety to me, from a predator they believe to be more fearsome than myself. But she is so tempting, sleeping right next to me. She is so weak, but for her her armaments. But wouldn't it be so satisfying to grab hold of the tools she has for self defense, and use them against her? I must sleep before I'm tempted further.

C

2024-08-26 1:00 AM

C,

I meant to hurt many people, but I never meant to hurt you. It was truly an accident, I know I fucked up. That night was the catalyst for the darkness that followed. By the time you read this, I will have hurt many people. Most of the pain I inflict will be intentional. If you believe a single word that has ever come out of my mouth, please let it be that I am so, so sorry. I would give absolutely anything and everything to change that night, and not start down this path. I blame and resent many people for helping shape the journey that followed, but I hold zero resentment or blame towards you. I am so sorry.

Burning hatred

2024-08-20 3:00 PM

I have nothing clever to say. I'm gripping my knife while going through my photo album. I want to kill them. With a few exceptions, I want to hunt down every last one. I want to rip back every shred of kindness I ever gave to those fuckers, even if it means having to dig around in their abdomens for it. You used me for all I was worth, and then cast me aside the second I needed help in return. I tried to cry out as I slipped towards the abyss, but none of you even thought to reach towards me until it was too late.

Who Are My Real Friends?

2024-08-17 8:00 AM

I trusted her, and she trusted me. I took this photo of her photographing me in her home. But it was a petty argument over identity that lead to her denouncing me. This alone was not a big deal, as I would have been better off without her anyways. But she insisted on taking my friends away, and that is a crime I cannot forgive. Do you think you're safe because I'm far away from you? Do you think I do not watch the countless videos I recorded of you, with your consent no less, while holding my knife in my hands and thinking about what I would like to do? Are you absolutely certain I will never cut your vagina out of your body and show it to you? I am so physically repulsed by you that I do not know if I can actually bring myself to rape you, but I know for certain that I will try, only to inflict that humiliation unto you in your final moments.

Something To Live For

2023-06-06 1:00 AM

As the world collapses around me, the temptation to leave it all behind and see what awaits in the next existance grows stronger and stronger. But I can't, and won't give up. As long as one ember of rage towards my most hated prey is left burning, I can cling to life, and to my belief that to allow them to outlive me would be a fate worse than death.

Where are you?

2023-05-23 6:00 PM

We are all around you. We mop your floors, report your news, drive your rideshares, and pledge to protect and serve your communities. We sit and beg for change on the street, and we sit in lavish top floor corporate offices. No matter our backgrounds, we blend seamlessly into your world until the time is right. We are your families, friends, sworn enemies, and lovers. We are predators and Gods. We do feel - contrary to popular belief - joy, love, anguish, rage, and the rest of the spectrum of human emotion as you do. The key difference is the addition of our prey drive, constantly running in parallel. Whether or not we act on it at a given moment or at all, we are constantly evaluating prey, planning capture, fantasizing about what we'll do. And if it happens that the circumstances align just so, we will act, and claim what is rightfully ours.

Cranberry Brains

2023-05-09 10:00 PM

Jeffrey Dahmer attempted to zombify some of his later prey, rather than outright killing them. He did this by drilling holes into their heads, and attempting to pour or inject acid into their brains. This obviously would never work, yet I wonder what the result of an old fashioned ice pick lobotomy would be. Dr. Walter Jackson Freeman II pioneered the technique, with the goal that any therapist could perform one in about ten minutes with commonly available tools. A nightmare for anybody deemed not normal, yet an alluring technique to potentially keep a captive at bay. I'm shocked that I don't know of any case of a predator (at least, a predator unaffiliated with the mental health industry) who has attempted the technique.

Of course for every predator we know about, there are countless more that evade detection. For all we know there could be one out there right now, with some cute lobotomized forever partners by their side.

Help

2023-05-01 3:00 AM

I wasn't always content reveling in the abyss. There was a time I was terrified of it, where I desparately fought it. Yet despite the fear I was cautiously optimistic that I could conquer it. All I needed to do was ask for help and throw myself at the mercy of whatever treatment the doctors preached, treat their instructions like gospel and work hard to get better, and surely I would be cured.

It turns out it doesn't work that way. "Just reach out and ask for help!" and "It's okay to not be okay!" are nice slogans, but they ring hollow when applied to the real world. The very best you can hope for is to find a seemingly symphathetic ear for an hour at a time, but even then you can tell how eager they are to pawn you onto somebody else once you begin to spill the darkness of your soul. At worst they will literally leave you to die. Eventually, that cunt will wish I had died. I refuse to attempt to end my own life ever again, at least not while she still roams unscathed.

Perhaps it was too late to save me by the time I reached out. Perhaps there was never a chance anybody could have saved me. It would have still been nice if they tried to help though.

I never want it to be claimed that I did not make an earnest, repeated attempt to get help.

Irony

2023-04-25 8:00 AM

I try not to politicize the hunt. There are plenty of capable predators and wonderful prey on all sides of the political spectrum.

That said it would be a delightful twist to hunt down a concealed carrier, surreptitiously gain access to her gun, and then use it against her. I don't merely want to have power, but I want to take it away from another. Such a scenario could play into that desire wonderfully.

The Girl In The Coffee Shop

2023-04-19 10:00 PM

Sweet, innocent prey. It's so tempting to tease or taunt you, but I know that's unwise. I must control myself, I cannot even gaze at you for more than a split second, lest I gain unwanted attention. And yet those few glimpses are enough to fill me with glee, as I imagine making you mine.

I see you're looking for software engineering roles. A smart girl with potential - That makes me want to claim you all the more.

Alas you are safe. I cannot claim you with so many witnesses, and due to circumstances the chance we will again cross paths is nil. Go run home, live your life. There will certainly be others.