Competition Entry:
Compelled : Chapter 1
"The most violent appetites in all creatures are lust and hunger. The first is a perpetual call upon them to propogate their kind, the latter to preserve themselves."
-Joseph Addison
Lust: Horror /Mystery
At the call, he marches the street at night, a cigar hanging drastically at the very edge of his now frosted lips. There are hardly strollers walking under the light of the moon. Mr. Cigar eyes as he walks, flashing his million dollar smile at all viewers. The smile he’s used once to kill. He keeps his sharp blade like fangs to himself, drawing them in as he awaits prey to emerge from the depths of the uncertainty of the darkness. The daggers he holds in his mouth aren’t always used. They feel as if they are there for decoration rather than function.
His refined sense of smell picks up a hint of Amber Blush and he grins menacingly knowing how he’d brutally fucked a woman with the same scent. Knowing how cruel, atrocious and remorseless he is gives him satisfaction and adds pride in all his movements.
He exhales a long breath of smoke through his mouth and relaxes his tense shoulders. Wolves howl, seeking delight in their sound and he feels however tempted to hunt one for his upcoming meal. Quietly finding a piece of inner serenity, he exhales yet another puff of smoke into the air effortlessly. As the smoke mixes with the air, he releases another puff finding pleasure in polluting. Due to the show case glass of the nearby store, he acknowledges himself in the reflection. His adorned suit, hangs tightly on him, his green eyes are most noticeable and his chain stays glued to his chest. His crooked smirk has him pleased with himself. His image is of porcelain perfection. He is attractive. An attractive beast.
The call rings out once more and he acknowledges how strong he throbs for the need to feed his hunger. His saliva burns his throat expressing the clear need for another’s slobber to fuse with his. He drops his cigarette and smears it out with his expensive shoes. Tonight, the sirens are most however deafening and he’s well aware of what that means. Lady roamers pass him and he continues his saunter. His masculinity causes to stop and stare but he knows what he’s after is much better. His frosted lips are no hinder to him and as he licks his them, his hunger seems to increase in the need to be ravished.
Senses tingling, blood boiling and hunger emerging. Mr. Predator is turned on with his crave to abolish his nearby prey. He now promenades the pavement even more graceful in his stride, deliberate in his plan to find the call. How arousing would it be to devour yet another soul? His body now enthralled with the need for love. The need to feed and feel. The lust. Lust for power through sexual intercourse.
How many had he slain with his need to consume his desires? His tingling being was ready and slowly his hands become hot, hot and ready. The call becomes a soft tempting voice whispering gently how mighty he’ll be if he successfully has her. He smiles knowing this will be another easy trap with a reward.
He sees her and realizes his now apparent victory. She seems lost and not fitting in such a rich place as downtown. Her fidgety fingers clench onto her dress. Upon spotting her, he notices her shaggy clothes and rejoices briefly before he advances careful steps towards her.
Get her. His wicked mind screams at him and how happy he is to comply should be criminal.
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During class, her head cocks in a position that made it easier for her to gaze at him. The one that had stayed true to her through all the tumbling immoral deeds she faced. His smile was an easy one and not hard to miss. She so wished she was the reason his face was beaming. Too bad he could never know of her midnight activities and sudden disappearances. No one knew except her and God, she told herself every time she felt one person needed to have the knowledge of what she was. Aching for him to want her, the way she wanted him wasn’t good.
