He silently stalked through the halls intent on his prey. His dark clothes and even darker continence blended in with the shifting shadows created by the dying torches. He smirked in anticipation of the hunt and what was soon to follow. After all, the hunt was only half of it. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his prey. He had gotten a taste once before and it was too good to let go. His golden eyes flashed as another scent mingled with his prey. Perhaps he would have even more fun tonight than he expected. The hunter followed the scents until they stopped at a heavy wooden door. A minor distraction that made his mind chuckle. A door would not keep him out and would not save them from their fate. The hunt was almost at an end. He could almost taste the fear and underlying excitement that permeated the air. With a flick of his wrist the hunter opened the door and sealed the fate of those contained within.
He found them both half naked and curled in protective balls on the bed as if they would be unnoticed and thus ignored. Amusement danced across the hunter's eyes before they regained their lustful hunger. The two figures on the bed must have realized that he wasn't going away and so chanced to gaze up and search for a way out. They were out of luck however, for the door had been closed and latched behind the hunter and there was no way it would be opened again anytime soon. The prey shivered as the hunter drew nearer. All they could hope for now was leniency that was foreign to their new master, the hunter.
The hunter smirked at his new toys and slowly approached them, relishing in the fear that rolled off them in waves as they tried to become one with the bed. Soon they would get their wish, just not in the way they would think. The hunter took two pairs of handcuffs out of his pockets and contemplated the capture. Which one should he take first. Both were quite delectable in his eyes. The first, his original victim, was a voluptuous woman. Her breasts were large and falling out of her tattered shirt. Round and soft hips held up a short skirt under which her shapely legs seemed to go on forever. All in all she was a goddess, one about to be knocked off of the immortal plane and placed as a sacrifice on her own altar. The second victim was a man, tall, with the lean muscles of a swimmer. He wore a pair of shorts that hung low on his hips hinting at the prize beneath. His skin was tan and in the low lighting he gleamed as sweat dripped down his sculpted chest and abs. They were just the type of prey the hunter liked, beautiful and full of life.
He decided to go for the man first, thinking he would put up the greater fight, not that it would matter. Both would submit and call him master in the end. Quick as a flash the hunter lunged at the man and grabbed both wrists tightly. His prey struggled and tried to break free but the hunter was too strong. In a swift movement he fastened the handcuffs around both wrists. The hunter pushed his body flush with his new pet's and slowly walked him towards the wall opposite the bed where the female still cowered. He took hold of the handcuff chain and tugged it above his head securing it on a convenient hook placed on the wall. The man was forced to stand on his tip toes to prevent the cuffs from digging into his wrists too much. Satisfied that his pet wasn't going anywhere, the hunter turned towards the woman silently sobbing on the bed.
She feared the creature standing before her in all of his dark glory. In a last attempt to escape, the frightened woman tried to lunge past her shackled partner but was tripped up by some unseen force. Her pitiful attempt at escape failed to help her and her fall caused her partner to lose the tenuous mastery over his balance making all of his weight supported by the handcuffs alone. The metal rings bit into his flesh, enticing rivulets of blood out from their fleshy prison. The sweet smell of the victim's blood called out to the hunter. The first blood was shed and now the games could truly begin.
