Taylor loved libraries.


The perfect quiet, the thousands and thousands of books just itching to be read, the smell of old parchment and binding glue were all addicting to him. He can’t remember how many times he’d gone over some morning to pick up a book, and coming out after nightfall because he went down a rabbit hole on the most random topic. Sure, he liked to act slutty to get prey, and feeling eyes on him helped his self-esteem, but when alo

If Mara could speak, she’d be swearing. A lot.


The black-furred moth tightened her scarf, desperately trying to stave off the sudden blizzard that had swept across the city mere hours ago. And yet the snow was already two inches thick, cars getting completely covered in pale white and crunches with every footstep. The only silver lining was that if she hadn’t set off now, she’d be trapped back at her friend’s place. Well, friend was a

Oh great. Another package.


Taylor was still a little on edge after the last one. Especially since it seemed to have that same meticulous handwriting and pristine condition as the one that kept him up at night. It didn’t seem like it had a bleached skull and a tape of his stalker devouring a lookalike of him this time, thank fuck, but the size of it still made sure he was uneasy even going near it. And when it’s something this big, it’s nev

“What the fuck is that?”


This was supposed to be fun. The first time fucking your new boyfriend is always a pretty intimate experience, and Elsie was hot as fuck. Cute, submissive, and willing to do just about anything, the whole trifecta. This would’ve been the best night of both their lives, until he’d torn Elsie’s top off.


“They’re nothing, really. Can we just get back to it?&

“Come on, it’ll be fun! It’s not like it’ll work anyway.”


Famous last words.


Taylor had been bored these past few days. His roommate was out of town, he’d eaten most of his friends, and he’d already worked through just about every book he had lying around. So, why not pick up a new hobby? And after a while of procrastinating, mindlessly searching the web, and just brainstorming,

You can’t abuse power, you can just disagree with those who don’t have it


At least, that’s what Taylor thought. After all, sat above his nightclub, looking down at hundreds of drunk partygoers, they were practically asking to be eaten. After all, if some cute guy followed him up here and slipped down his gullet, that’s his fault, not Taylor’. If they didn’t want to get eaten, they shouldn’t be doing shots with a pred

Naturally, when Taylor saw a random package on his doorstep, he was a little concerned. No return address, no label, and clear instructions not to leave it with his neighbours. He hadn’t ordered anything online recently, and this looked too well-kept to have been delivered by a larger distributor. It was meticulously taped, there wasn’t so much as a scratch on the cardboard, and only his address, written in small, neat handwriting, was written along the top. Whoever made this clearly

It’s easy to spot an inexperienced predator, if you know what to look for. Wearing too much clothing, glancing just a little too long at certain people, fumbling conversations often, and getting greedy, trying to draw away their prey fast enough to rouse suspicion. Most people don’t spot this, thankfully, but other preds do. Those that actually know how to choose, find, isolate and devour their prey without it suspecting a thing. And given how many people Taylor had sent down his gul