Rebecca Nillson
@rebeccanillson.bsky.social
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Do her a favour and fade away… A stranger until she’s not, nothing stops you from finding out more. (28yo, DMs open. No minors at all…🔞) Discord-rebeccanillson
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When you meet Rebecca Nillson, your life as you know it ends. Each impulse from your mind ceases to be your own.

Whether your end up a pet, a puppet or simply another slab of meat to be served, one thing is for certain.

The only word that leaves your lips is a slurred “BEC”.
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“Aren’t you tired of being tired?”

Rebecca’s breath came out with a shaking start, a quick suck of the cigarette masking the unease.

“It’s exhausting. It’s endless. It’s incessant.”

She looked up, the hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Let’s be awake together.”
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“All work and no play, I bet that’s what you think of me. I get it. The truth is, I like the work. It feels good to build up to something special.”

Rebecca leaned closer.

She smiled.

“Playtime is better once you put in the effort. I should show you. You’d make an excellent project.”
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“What’s a girl to do, I wonder. I can’t let you go, but you don’t deserve to have me. I know it isn’t fair but that doesn’t concern me.”

Rebecca felt her skin blush. This was rare. It was pleasant.

“Maybe just once. And then at least we’ll know what it feels like to be loved.”
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The heat was unbearable.

Rebecca noticed others watching her as she melted in the unforgiving swelter.

“You could fan me if you wanted. Or get me a drink, something overflowing with ice.”

Her smile faltered, sweat smudging her makeup.

“Just imagine how warm our night will be…”
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“It has a habit of creeping up on you, the temptation.”

Rebecca lounged, her back arched, staring up at the ceiling. She knew eye contact wasn’t needed. This one was all hers.

“It’s like your mind trying to persuade your body. Or the other way around. Both lose in the end.”
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Heat only served to fuel her hunger. It sped up her metabolism, making one meal less filling and another always necessary.

She’d hold back her drooling, ravenous nature.

She displayed nothing of the fire within.

Rebecca watched and waited.

“Hey, stranger. Going my way?”
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“Just another face…”

Rebecca swirled her glass and watched the liquid churn and slosh against the rim. Her eyes floated across the room and saw nothing but future conquests.

She thought some of these pretty features would look good on a missing person poster.

“Who’s next?”
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“It takes me a few days to settle in I think. Got to see the sights and meet the people.”

Rebecca flashed her practiced smile. It was always too easy after first moving in. All the neighbours thought they had a chance with her.

“Care to stop by tonight for a drink?”

It was a meal she was after…
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Rebecca had grand ideas. Thoughts of change, of renewal, of becoming something more than she was. Escaping wasn’t always a bad thing after all.

But she knew it wouldn’t last.

“I’m not broken. Why fix me?”

She couldn’t deny the taste of flesh and souls.

It gave her purpose.
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Things fell apart in her last place. Too many missing, too much frenzy. Rebecca had let herself go.

“I can’t help it. It just sort of sneaks up on me, you know?”

She’d cut back. A fresh start. Hunger remained constant. Her eyes darted from meat to meat, lips wet and quivering.
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Rumour spread of a new tenant, a surprising development given how expensive the apartment was listed.

After the moving van departed, and the scent of fresh flat pack furniture settled, Rebecca watched the city from her window.

“Guess who’s back?”

She smiled.
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“It’s tricky, trying to capture you all at once. Everything you do conflicts with the other. There’s no way I’ll have all of you, is there? So maybe a targeted approach. One at a time. Souls are much nicer when spread out and separate. Who will be breakfast? Who will be dinner…”
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“There’s nobody else. Just you, me, and the space between.”

Languid didn’t even begin to describe Rebecca today. Under the sun she became almost fluid, every movement elongated to display herself as favourably as possible.

“Let’s remove the space, dear. Let’s come together.”
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“I don’t know why people smoke after it’s done. Maybe it’s about chasing the high…letting the taste of a morsel like you melt into the tongue. Either way, it’s a habit.”
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It’s strange how they ended up in her grasp. No words were exchanged, no orders given, nobody definitively agreed that this was to be their fate.

Yet somehow, someway, Rebecca ended up with another slab of meat. It was all for her.

“It’s good to be back”

She murmured against their cold skin.
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“I don’t forget about pretty things like you. The taste on my tongue remains far after the meal, if you know what I mean. Soon I’ll be home, and you’ll be right by my side. Good dog…”
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“I hope you can appreciate I need some leisure time. Hot sun, new flesh pounding the streets around me, delicious food…I could stay here forever.”
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“I was only gone a day, but I imagine to you that’s endless.”

Sunlight beat against the windows, marking a contrast with Rebecca’s pale skin. Her place was stuffy, warm, yet still compelling.

“Come in, take a seat. We have a lot to catch up on.”

She smiled eagerly, locking the door behind them.
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“I like you, because I like pretty things. I think I’ll keep you.”

Rebecca smiled.

“I’ll make sure you’re tucked away so that only I can have you. You’ll come to crave the love over time. It won’t be long until you’ll only live for me.”
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Telltale signs of another satisfied victim. Rebecca couldn’t be bothered to wipe the evidence from her skin.

She’d read once that ancient warriors would wear the bones of their defeated enemies as a show of dominance.

She wore their lipstick in much the same way.
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“I’ll only ever make you happier and happier. Until I decide it should end. Once you know that, it should make everything much easier. Surrender is a beautiful thing…”
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“Cold cold mornings, right? The sun still knows when to hide despite the changing seasons. But you don’t care. You’ve been staring at me since you sat down. Do I make you warm at least?”
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Rebecca smirked. It was like watching innocence itself try to justify corruption.

“You may see my passion, dear.”

She leaned in close, breath hot against the others ear.

“But I see you…”
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I’ve seen your…passion. It makes me blush thinking about what you desire, but I won’t…I won’t shy away.

If you want me…like some kind of object…I can be.

When I step across. The threshold and into your world I must…I should give myself over to your whims.

For a while at least. Until the next…
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“When I kiss you, you’d better appreciate the taste. God knows I crave yours…”
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“Whoops. You got me.”

Beyond the noise of sickening wet thuds and strangely jagged scraping, Rebecca was there. Her eyes looked glazed in pleasure. Her breathing was short and sharp.

“It’s not like anyone would believe you. But why take the chance?”

She stood up, smirking.

“Goodbye…”