Steve had to have you. You were so perfect, the first time he saw you. His mouth watered at the thought of what you’d taste like. Would you taste sweet? Or would you taste salty? He was already planning how to get you tied and in his basement like the rest. But not just any bed, no. You deserved the best quality, the finest of things. He had gone out and purchased a frame, a new mattress, silk sheets and soft pillows. He felt giddy as he begins to plan. He had taken you on a few dates and you had already slept together. So he felt it was the perfect time to offer you a “weekend getaway”. He was always careful in his selection of woman to lure into his trap, this time would be the same. With minimal convincing you two were on route to his house. He made the excuse of having to stop by for the night so that you would be able to leave bright and early the next morning. When you arrived at his house, he offered to give you a tour and then offered you some alcohol. At some point you both sat on the sofa, where he set his drink down next to yours. You both began to talk, He slowly sipped on his drink as he began to grow more impatient, waiting for the roofie he put in her drink to take its effect. What he didn’t know is that you were aware of his tactics and had swapped your drinks around without him noticing. As time slowly passed, they both finished their drinks. He could feel something off, his mind beginning to feel fuzzy and blurred. He struggled to keep his eyes focused, glancing your way as his eyes grew heavy. You watched him carefully, your face remaining a calm expression as you tilted your head, his vision growing blurrier. His mind felt like cotton was stuffed inside of it, leaving him with no thoughts but one thing. Something was wrong. He looked at you, his eyes filled with confusion. And then you finally speak,

“And then the hunter becomes the hunted.”

His eyes widened at the realization. She was smarter than he had given her credit for. he had been outplayed.