I don't know why I do the things I do. I seem to have a dark side, an evil beyond even my own comprehension. I won't make excuses for my behavior, and I won't apologize either, I am what I am.
You know who I am, and it scares the hell out of you. You find me attractive, and yet repulsive. I feed your fears, and make you tremble with trepidation and excitement. I am the flame that draws the moth to the light, only to engulf and consume the life within.
I stalk my prey with stealth and cunning. I seek out the week, the lonely, and the unsatisfied. Like a Chameleon I blend into the background, so as not to attract attention. I hide in the light because I can. Though your eye's see me, they don't reveal, that which hides within.
I've been described as dark and brooding, with a European look. A black feathery mane hangs about my neck, and frames a well sculpted tanned face. My furrowed brow line accentuates eyes so dark they appear almost black.
I exercise regularly to maintain my edge. Strength training combined with cardiovascular training for stamina keeps me young and vital. My arms and legs are powerful, and my chest is massive with broad shoulders, that taper down into a slim waist.
I only mention this so that you may better understand my confident bravado, and candor. Escape from me once chosen is impossible. To struggle within my grasp will only serve to make you grow weaker. Once limp within my arms I will devour your heart, your soul, your very essence. When the time comes, and it will, you as you know yourself will exist no more.
Many a woman have lost their way, only to find themselves in the dark recess of an insane mind. A mind stripped of all conscious morality, and human dignity. For the purpose of this story I will use Cassie as an example of extreme depravity as only one human can show another.
Cassie was a beautiful long legged, red head with the greenest eyes I have ever seen. They were so bright and full of life. Her luxurious red hair fell about her shoulders, and caressed the middle of her back. Her full ruby lips begged to be kissed, to be tongued, to be fucked.
She was wearing a tight short blue dress, that vee'd in the back. Her skin was smooth, and lightly freckled. The dress clung to her curves, and hid absolutely nothing. The low cut of her dress revealed an ample cleavage, and cradled each breast in a thin light, material. The thin material formed nicely around large protruding nipples.
The curve of her hard firm buttocks caused the short dress to hang out, and away from her sexy nylon covered thighs. Her calves looked strong and taught, accentuated by a pair of white open toed heels. In a word she was stunning.
As gorgeous as she was, the thing that caught my eye the most, she was alone. Standing at the end of the bar, she swayed back and forth to the music that permeated the air. She looked lost standing there sipping her drink, and surveying the room.
She appeared to search the room as though looking for that one special person. The one she might connect, and share a dance with. One that might make her laugh, as they made light conversation over drinks. Yes, she looked hopeful, lonely, weak, and very unsatisfied.
I approached Cassie, and took a place next to her at the bar. As she remained standing, I took a seat in the empty bar stool at her side. Feigning indifference to her presence, I ordered my drink rum and coke neat, no ice.
I sat quietly sipping my drink, watching Cassie from the corner of my eye. Finally I turned to her and smiled brightly and gave a slight nod of my head. I raised my empty glass, and asked if she would like another drink.
She shook her head no, and went back to her little solo dance pretending to ignore my presence. I would have none of that. I turned back to her after several minutes of watching her well developed ass gently sway, in the mirror behind the bar.
"I hate these places." I smiled and shook my head in a disapproving manner.
Cassie nodded her head knowingly.
"No I mean it. Every time I come here with friends I wind up sitting at the bar alone." I lifted my glass to my lips and watched intently as she continued to sway to the music.
"I know what you mean. I'm here with a friend too, but I think she left with some guy." She didn't even turn my direction as she spoke. She seemed to be purposely avoiding eye contact.
"Well here's to good friends. Who needs em?" I shrugged my shoulders and laughed lightly.
"So who are you here with?" She asked still avoiding full eye contact.
"Oh, just some friend of mine. I'm not sure where he disappeared to." I gestured out towards the crowd indicating he could be anywhere, in the grinding horde of humanity.
We chatted for awhile at the end of the bar as the music blared in the background. I found out she was a 25 year old paralegal. She had just recently moved to Dallas, from some small mid-western town in Indiana. She was living with a friend, who at this point and time had seemed to abandon her.
After about an hour of light conversation, and a few drinks her defenses where easing to the point, that I asked her to dance. She accepted, and took my arm as I led her away from the bar to the dance floor. We danced to several faced paced songs, and returned to our place at the end of the bar.
After a few more drinks the hour was growing ever later, as the traditional last call approached. The crowd had thinned out a bit by this time, and we were one of a few couples still at the bar. I ordered her another drink, and as she wasn't looking I placed a powdery sedative into her drink.
"Where's your friend?" She asked as she sipped from her potent cocktail.