LOLITA DELORA

Oddly cynical but at the same time, pure, young Lolita Delora was akin to a fresh blanket of snow that was smooth across the surface and yet to be destroyed by the treks of walking passerby's. It always elicited either responses: there were the men who wished to preserve her, only allowing their wandering gaze to occasionally, but barely, tap against her delicate skin, and to their standard, even onlooking for too long would somehow taint her; then, there were the ones who wished to destruct her. Corrupt her. Boot-clad feet stomping along the flat sheet of crystallized ice until there was nothing left but shambled chaos.

Too naive to understand then, she had let in the most dangerous type. He, with his intrusive eyes and gentle hands, on the brink of boredom and insanity always, who had wished to protect her innocence from his own heavy footfalls