Chapter one
He walks down the alley way, everything about his composed and calm – unhurried and unworried. Directly in front of him is his prey.
The alley is dark and narrow. It had been almost laughable at how easily she’d been influenced to walk this way. After all... she had no reason to suspect darker motives afoot, did she?
She continues to walk, despite a slow fear rising in her. She doesn’t shift or glance around nervously, does not even remotely allow her unease to show. She’s strong. He’s known that from the very first moment that he laid his eyes on her. She won’t break as easily as the others had – which means all the more fun for him.
He’s been watching her for a while now, a few weeks at the most. Waiting, always waiting. Patience is a virtue. Even so, the long wait has made him famished, starving like a hungered panther.
Watching the prey makes it all the more difficult. He’d like nothing more than to grab her and force her to come with him, be his little pet for a while.
She knows that something is following her but she’d never have thought it was something as dangerous as he. She has no idea what he is exactly – that he’s in fact a king of kings, the demon of all demons. No if's, no but's. It’s as true as the fact that the sun rises in the morning and falls at night.
He continues to watch her, to follow every movement with hunger and interest. There’s a strain in her body, a weariness – a fear. And how beautiful is that fear as it clings to her body. Her fear tastes like honey, sweet and bold – a taste to make statements. It’s tantalizing – but it’s only a taste. He needs more. He wants to hear her screams, feel her agony and anger – and more importantly, her pleasure.
He knows she will taste perfect, that she will be much more fun than the others. He just knows it.
He listens closely to her heartbeat – a loud, erratic noise within her chest. He can see the faint trembling to her body – and yet she continue to walk, head held high and face completely impassive.
What she doesn’t know is that he is making her take every turn, that he is the one controlling her body – forcing her into a dead end. And then, when that happens... well, that’s when the real fun begins.
