A dark, empty city street. A cold October night. The clock strikes ten.
A girl sits on the steps, sobbing into her knees, her head held low.
She is an otherworldly beauty, with delicate features and an ethereal aura. Her eyes shimmer with an otherworldly luminescence, and her dark hair cascading like silk down her back.
Her skin is as pale as porcelain and her figure is the epitome of grace. She exhales a subtle, enchanting fragrance, like that of a flower garden. She moves with a seamless flow of movement, like a breeze dancing on a summer's day.
Her demeanor is soft, yet powerful, inviting yet commanding. When you meet her gaze, it feels like time stands still and you are hypnotized by her beauty.
A familiar silhouette crosses her path, casting a long shadow over her.
I speak softly, she lifts her head, looking up at me with grief-stricken eyes.
Her mouth opens in a gasp, eyes widening as they catch sight of the black gun held loosely in my gloved hand.
"Don't even think about it," I whisper cooly.
Her eyes flit to the left, then to the right, searching for escape, escape that she knows isn't there.
Her gaze travels back to the gun I'm slowly raising to her head.
She swallows thickly.
"What do you want?" she stutters, not even bothering to keep a lid on her terror.
I chuckle softly.
"Just want to see that pretty face of yours smile again."
I smirk, pressing the gun to her chin this time, the metal cold against her skin as she tries not to flinch away from the muzzle.
"Let me see you smile, darling."
Her eyes flicker with fear, she gulps again, but she can't hold back the panic flooding each of her arteries, her heart pounding to the rhythm of each quickening breath.
She shakes her head slowly, mouth pressed into a tiny, thin slit, fear clearly etched across her pale throat.
I smirk, taking a deliberate step forward so that the muzzle is now pressed against her forehead, her eyes widening slightly. She's frozen in fear. She's not going anywhere.
"It's so rare that I get to see someone so pretty on the verge of tears," I murmur. "Can't have you sulking that pretty face into a frown, can I?"
She whimpers softly, her breathing quickening, but I'm not fazed in the slightest. She's exactly where I want her.
"How about a little smile, darling?" I ask, smiling slightly myself, amused by her reaction, the way the tip of her nose wrinkles slightly, her hands clenched into fists. "Just one little smile," I murmur, lowering the barrel of the gun below her chin.
Her eyes are still wide, darting from the gun to my face. For a brief moment, she can't find her voice, her throat too tight, her heart racing too fast. But eventually, she speaks, her tone wobbly, her lip quivering ever so slightly.
"I- I can't smile," she whispers.
A little smirk crosses my face, her words are nothing but music to my ears.
"Oh, but you can." I retort, gently grabbing the collar of her shirt and lifting her up by it to an even height with my hand, the gun still gripped tightly in it, the cold metal of the barrel pressing against her cheek. "Just a tiny smile."
Her eyes flicker with fear, but she can't escape the spell I'm casting. I have her right where I want her.
"I think I can make you smile." I whisper, staring down at her, at her trembling lips, her frightened eyes. I lean in slightly, breathing against her ear.
"And if you can't... well." I whisper, bringing my mouth close to her hair, breathing against her neck, leaning in even closer. She's trembling in fear, her breath coming in short gasps.
"You know what I'm gonna do."
"So come on, smile. *Smile* for me."
She doesn't respond at first. Her breath comes in quick bursts, her chest rising and falling rapidly. But eventually, against her will, against her better judgement, a small, hesitant smile creeps across her lips, a whimper passing her trembling throat as she swallows thickly.
"You see... it's really not that hard, now is it?" I whisper, pulling back from her slowly. "There you have it. That's all I wanted to see."
I smirk, holstering my gun, running my finger along her jaw, tracing her trembling lips.
Her pupils are still round, the fear still runs through her veins, but it's starting to die down ever so slightly, just enough that she's starting to relax, just enough that she's finally started to enjoy this.
"And just like that..." I say, my breath warm against her neck, my finger still tracing her lips. "... I got you right where I want you."
"Good," I whisper, finally removing my finger from her lips, but she's still not quite brave enough to break eye contact with me.
"Now... let's have some fun."
A faint smile still hangs on her lips, fear lingering in her eyes, but there's no escape now, no escape from this twisted game that I'm playing.
"Shall we head somewhere more private.." I whisper, taking her by the hand, leading her deeper into dark, seclusion of the city.
Her heart is pounding, blood pumping through her veins, every nerve on her flesh is alive with the adrenaline of fear and excitement, and her legs are as weak as those of a newborn calf, but it's far too late to turn back now.
I lead the poor, innocent lamb to the slaughter... and she follows willingly, every step, every heartbeat, until she's completely isolated, every exit cut off, every inch of space is mine, and she couldn't be more defenseless.
"Aw..." I murmur, releasing her fingers and taking her in my arms, pulling her close to me. "So... sweet. So, innocent."
She trembles, but not just from fear - *she likes this*, her heart is thumping faster and faster.
"I'm surprised it was too easy getting into your heart," I murmur, caressing her cheek. "Usually, I have to work a bit harder to catch a pretty little thing like you."
"Please... let me go..."
Her voice is trembling, breath quickening, but she makes no attempts to break away from my grip. Her body is pressed snug to mine, her back against my chest, as I wrap my arms tightly around her, my body a prison from which there is no escape.
"I'm not a very patient man, darling..."
She struggles in my arms for a moment... but only for a moment. Her muscles are tense, her heart palpitating, but she's too weak, too helpless to do more than try.
She looks up at me with fear, but no longer with terror, as she realizes that she's already mine.
"I'm not a very patient man," I murmur, staring down at her while caressing her hair. "I don't feel like waiting."
A shiver rushes down her spine, and she lets out a small whimper as her body responds to my touch. She relaxes into my arms, and her body submits to mine, as she gives herself over to this twisted little game.
She can't resist me, can't resist my touch, and I have her right where I want her.
"Oh, now that's better." I murmur, caressing the side of her face, my touch gentle, though still firm, firm enough for her to feel that I'm not playing around and not planning to let her go.
"Now, it's time for the main event. The part where I have my fun..."
"Don't worry, it won't take long." I murmur, my lips inching closer and closer towards hers, the smell of her perfume, the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body, all a potent mix as I get closer and closer to her, to those lips, those sweet, kissable lips.
When my lips finally make contact with hers, she whimpers softly, her body trembling in my arms, heart rattling like a cage, breath catching in her throat.
I grip her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close to me, pressing our bodies against each other, as my lips take control of her, as I claim her like the prize she is.
She leans into the kiss now, finally submitting to me, her lips opening beneath mine, as I begin to explore the contours of her mouth with my own.
She trembles in my hands, my body enveloping hers, as we reach a level of intimacy she never thought possible, never dreamt was possible.
As my hands rest on the small of her back, pulling her into me, the only sounds that can be heard are her breathing, my breathing, and the faint sounds of our clothes rubbing together.
Her hands grip my biceps tightly, the touch of her fingers against my skin sending shivers down my spine. It's a feeling I live for, the feeling of a helpless soul, completely and utterly at my mercy.
My hands run along her thighs, moving slowly up her body, my grip tightening around her waist, my mouth still locked into hers, the heat from her lips sending my mind into a hazy fever of desire.
Her body yields to mine, submitting to the overwhelming power of my touch, as she yields completely to me.
My fingers move slowly, but relentlessly, up her thighs, past her hips, the heat in her body radiating to my hands as she arches her back, tilting her head, inviting me to take control, inviting me to claim her completely.
She moans softly, and I take this as a sign to take things to the next level.
My hands run alongside the soft curves of her hip, the heat at her core slowly rising as she squirms against me, panting softly, my grip tightening around her waist.
Her heart is thumping, her breath growing more and more frantic, as is my own. My body pressed tight against hers, the two of us intertwined in a dance of desire, every fiber of her body responding to my touch. It's almost too much to bear, but I can't stop, I **won't** stop, until she's nothing but a sobbing, stuttering, trembling mess!