From the corner where I stood, the man crouching on the floor looked like a filthy insect. The frail rags wrapped around his body were covered in dirt and blood, a clear diversion from the usual prim and proper appearance he upheld.
To him, I was probably his worst nightmare come true. But, to me, he was the most cherished fantasy I had harboured since the beginning of time.
Sounds of my footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, and sensing my presence; his gaze drifted towards me. The slight tremble in his body as his eyes took me in didn’t go unnoticed, and I relished in the fear he showed with every step I took.
With skin like porcelain and eyes like the moon, I knew I looked intimidating in all black. But, first impressions did last a lifetime.
And by the look of utter disbelief colouring his eyes while he looked at me, I knew my effort had paid off.
He wanted to believe I wasn't real. I could read his childish thoughts like an open book. But no matter how hard he pretended this wasn't his reality, I could see that he was shaken. I was a predator, he knew, and when I came to a stop in front of him, he tried to squirm away from me like a cornered prey.
Thrashing about wouldn't make any difference. Although it might be his dream, he still hadn’t realised that I was the one in command.
It was known that the trick to a man's heart started with a smile. So, forcing myself to behave, I let a pleased grin spread across my lips as I leered at him. I wanted him to remember me when he woke up. I hope to haunt his memories the way he haunted mine.
When my gloved hand skimmed through his lush brown hair, his body gave out a violent shudder.
He was a beautiful entity, those ebony black eyes and full red lips undoubtedly the catalysts of many scandalous daydreams. He was handsome enough to make eyes linger. But no one knew what suited him best, was fear.
Cold-blooded fear that throbbed through his veins like a volcano ready to combust.
A visual, he truly was. I couldn’t wait to tear him down.
But for now, my time had run out.
Tracing his bitten lips with my thumb, I bid him goodbye. And just before I took my exit, I spoke, knowing my voice would linger in his head long after the dream ended.
"It won't be long now, my little pet." I purred. "Just a few more days, and you will finally be mine. And when that happens — do mark my words, darling — When that happens, I'll take you by the hand, and I will teach you how to die."
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