He's watching me.
I knew that night, in that club, someone was watching me.
And I know, damn well, that I won't be able to run away from him because he owns me.
His world is as dark as his eyes.
Dark and sharp.
He is a predator and I'm his prey.
And a predator will not be satisfied until it has its prey.
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