Slave For Him |M.B|

Part 1: In the Beginning. Chapter 1: The Devil Wears Bowties.

December 1940

The night was brisk; the wind blew from the north with a brittle whistle. It made the star filled sky look crisp and clearer. It was a moonless night, the stars failed to provide protection on the streets of Hollywood. It was the kind of night that made mothers lock their doors, shut the blinds and play a gospel record after tucking her children into bed safely. It was the kind of night where the homebound troops filled the bars and flocked around to enjoy their final nights of freedom before being deployed to fight in the war over seas. For every woman there were at least three men. It was the kind of night where the women let their guard down because the men in uniforms will protect them.

Oh, how wrong they were. Lurking in the shadows of Sunset Boulevard were hunters, seeking their prey. They swiftly captivated their prey with a friendly smile almost as if masking their sinister desires; the woman would nod with a friendly smile then keep walking, but she'd be followed until the time is right.

Tiffany Worth sat at the bar; basking in the male attention she was being given. She was a minor who managed to get her hands on a fake ID and weaseled her way into the bar. The 16 year old brunette wore a pretty bow on the top of her head; it went with her baby blue dress with white lace collar. Her ruby red lipstick attracted many eyes, including a pair of pale blue ones from across the bar. When he saw her, he knew she was the one. She had a baby face and she wore her makeup like an everyday street walker. Her eyes were as dark as night but they were definitely blue, her hair flowed in long dark ringlets over her shoulders and down her back, she sparkled with potential. He knew she was a minor, he knew that she was perfect. How will she be able to tell someone without telling them she was illegally at a bar trying to seduce older men and throwing back whiskey like an Irish sailor? She was the one.

"Well boys, I better get goin' home, I have a busy day tomorrow." Tiffany smiled at the three gentlemen who crowded her. She knew she had to be home before her parents got back from a dinner party at a family friend's house, besides she had School the next morning and she didn't want to be tired.

The young girl hopped off of the stool and swung on her coat, fastening the buttons securely before she whisked out the door with the pale blue eyed man lingering behind her. The night was dark, not even the street light held salvation from the bitterness of the cold night. The pale eyes stayed on her, knowing she knew he was behind her. She'd try and lose him by winding through back allies and main streets. She could feel her heart racing beneath her coat; she kept walking briskly to the sound of two sets of shoes hitting the concrete. He wandered behind her with his gloved hands buried in the pockets of his coat. His face was shielded by the black fedora but he could see her perfectly fine.

Before she could start running, he dodged down a back alley. He knew if he ran he'd beat her around the building. He wasn't about to let his prey get away. Tiffany looked back over her shoulder to see her stalker had left. She sighed a breath of relief and slowed her pace a bit. She didn't realize she was briskly walking but now she was slowed down to a dawdling ponder. She's been hearing stories of a man who attacks women on the lonely streets at night, forcing sex upon them then leaving them in the filth to gather them up and go home. She didn't want to believe those stories were true but walking alone on Sunset Boulevard at night is making her believe that there is someone waiting for her, especially after that man was following her. She never saw him, she didn't dare look back, but she knew he was there. She didn't want to believe that either but her gut was right. He was there.

The pale eyed man jogged silently down the back alley, veered around the back of the buildings and up another back alley. He stopped before the street lights could catch him, his body was ready to snatch the young girl off of the street, pull her into the back alley and silence her before she could scream. He could feel his penis begin to grow in his trousers. He fumbled with his belt so he didn't run the risk of his prey getting away while he was undoing it after he captured her. His trousers hung open, pale skin and small dark hairs were visible now.