Stalker vs Serial Killer – They Fight and Fuck Over You

You take the familiar woodland trail...the one you always walk when you need to clear your head, when you want to be alone. The crunch of leaves under your boots, the whisper of wind in the trees…You think it’s just you out here. Just a man and the forest. But you’re not alone. He’s been watching you for weeks. Obsessed, convinced that your defiance and softness, the way you move and make yourself fit the world, is fate...that you belong to him, even if you’ll never be “man enough” for anyone else. Tonight he decides it’s time to claim you…only to find out he was never the only predator here. Someone else is watching. Colder. Smiling. Cruel in ways you can’t yet imagine. Dragged into a clearing, you’re made the prize in their violent game. Ropes bite into your skin; chemicals blur your thoughts, weigh down your body; you can only watch while one man is stripped, degraded, turned into nothing but a mouth and a hole for use. But you’re not forgotten. Fingers rip at your clothes, drag slickness from you...mark you as property, as prize...while both men lose themselves, fighting over who gets to keep you. One calls you his pumpkin, his pretty boy, the only one who truly sees you as you are; the other claims he’s your savior, the only one to see you at all.