Predator

Ashanti

I know what it means to be prey.

I lived the life of prey for seven years.

Seven bloody years.

When I escaped, I live a life of prey, looking over my shoulders, developing high sensitivity to my environment, being camouflaged, and mostly being defensive or tried to be.

I'd tried to act tough and pretend I wasn't shitting in my pants, but I was, as I grew older, I realize that being a predator comes with a certain satisfaction.

When you're lurking in the darkness, awaiting your prey you feel powerful, you feel satisfied when they flinch or pale when they see you, how they walk faster when they hear your footsteps.

I've grown to love being a predator, which explains why I'm comfortable waiting in this darkness for him. I've made sure to disconnect his line, so he can't have access to any light when he gets here. It's been almost two hours since I arrived here and no sign of him, but that's okay. I can wait, I waited fifteen years, what's a few hours?

The flash of the car lights