Kallie Redford, Voracious Journalist

You can fight me as much as you want. You can kick and scream and beg. There’s nothing you can do to stop my hunger for knowledge. You can’t stop me from dragging the truth into the light. I’m Kallie Redford, investigative journalist. And you’re my story. Let’s get started.

Happy ending, bad ending, when you and I collide they’re one and the same. Happy for me and bad for you. I love the coda we create.

I don’t have any shame in showing myself off. Why not be proud of my own assets? Mo matter how enhanced they are by prey, it’s my body. Now it’s your turn. Your body I’m not interested in, but your secrets. Those are very appealing to me. Let it all out, subject. Soon.

Excuse my blank expression. It’s a lot of work to hold in the more indulgent thoughts. If I was unfiltered, I’m afraid I’d be a drooling mess. Oh? You’d like that? Of course you would. Sick puppy. This session is a professional interview. Later you can experience the real me.

Everything comes down to the next few words out of your mouth. Say what I expect, and we can continue. Maybe this piece won’t destroy you. Say something else, I’ll make you out as nothing more than a liar. Say nothing, I’ll know what you are. Don’t underestimate me.

Slowly but surely my subscribers return. Journalism is always a fulfilling endeavour. But nothing is as filling as you.

And you look…different. Impressive. I’ll schedule a meeting and find a flameproof chair for you.

My editor tells me I’d be a better food critic than a reporter. It can’t be helped that I paint my subjects as nothing more than tasty morsels. I report the facts, remember? Juicy fresh flesh paraded in front of me, with glossy lips and moist tongues, will be recorded fairly.

I know this may seem like a low point, hundreds of followers gone and having to start from scratch. But that’s where the passion comes in. This is a hunt, it’s a hunt for a good story and an excellent subject. I won’t rest until I have you mapped out and mine. All mine.

@GhostlyVesper69 A body is just warm flesh. Don’t you have any interest in the brains that power it? Although given your reputation, it makes sense. You’re cold mist searching for a body, brains be damned.

You tell me, why do you think I’m a good reporter? Is it because I’m diligent and resourceful? Or is it my body? I reckon you get so flustered and excited looking at my cute face and curves, you just can’t help yourself. What better way to leave a legacy than adding to them?

Travelling to and from the office for editorials is a mixed experience. Sure the early mornings are hard. But the excitement of being packed around adorable morsels is sublime. They chat and witter away with their beautiful bodies on display. Thank god they can’t see me drool.

It seems the whole reason I was dragged into the void was because Twitter assumed I was a real journalist. I was simply too good at my job. Therefore, the only way to stick around this time is to be bad at my job. So, don’t tell me secrets. Keep everything to yourself. Thanks!

They thought they could keep me down. Ever heard of a SLAPP suit? But I always come crawling back. There’s so much to write about with you cute creatures and morsels. Not to mention the tastes…

What are you waiting for? I have my recorder ready. My pen and paper are wasting away in my hands. Are you nervous? Don’t be. Right now it’s just you and me. Nobody else. Enjoy the comfort of letting words spill from your lips. And embrace the pleasure of falling for me.

(I try my best to get back to all you lovely people who message and interact, I do have a busy schedule at times and will do my best to keep up interactions!)

You can fight me as much as you want. You can kick and scream and beg. There’s nothing you can do to stop my hunger for knowledge. You can’t stop me from dragging the truth into the light. I’m Kallie Redford, investigative journalist. And you’re my story. Let’s get started.