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I was just about to give up on seeking something else besides the primordial pleasure, when another of Alfred’s absences pushed me back into the same spiral that was threatening to shatter me. A place of hope, making me search for pieces of my soul. Until I realized I needed tobreaka person so I could feel momentarily complete.
But I couldn’t stop. And there I was again, in the form of the exquisite hunter, preparing like never before to meet my next victim.
Like a premonition ruling my thoughts, I decided to wait for her in the darkness of my balcony, having as company only the purplish clouds of the Apocalypse at my feet and a dying moonlight to shine above me.
Maybe I was delirious, or it was some kind of side-effect of my failed attempts to quit commissioning from The Pleasure Room, but I could swear I felt something the moment I noticed her silhouette walking through the door.
Though she couldn’t be any more different from all the women coming there before her.
Her feet didn’t let her advance until she paused to study the pieces of art hanging on my walls. She was probably assessing my worth, as she must’ve started to from the second she entered my residence. But it was okay. I only needed her body and she needed the printed pieces of paper that would help her have a better life.
A two-way deal.
At least, that was what I thought until I really mether.
Nothing could have really prepared me for the balcony doors to open. I’ve seen and had all sorts of beautiful women before, but they say everyone has a type.
And she was mine!
The long curls of brown-reddish hair tumbling over her voluptuous breasts and the emerald eyes of a she-devil staring back at me could leave me with one thought and one thought alone.
She needed to leave —for her safety and mine.
Although it seemed impossible to formulate such a request.
‘Hello, I hope that I’m in the right place,’ those curvy lips of hers opened to speak, like a melody meant to pamper my senses.
It would have been so easy to get her under my spell, yet I felt I needed to warn her somehow of the true danger residing in front of her. Maybe even chase her away.
She had a certain desperation glinting in her eyes. Yet her innocence surpassed even that. And that same innocence was telling me she hadn’t come to my house in search of a way to provide herself with luxury clothes or a life between the Hill’s clouds. It was something much stronger pushing her through my door.
‘That remains to be seen,’ I responded as if she was indifferent to me, concentrating on an apple I held in my hands, which I was trying to peel.
The knife I was flashing in front of her should have been a silent warning, yet all it seemed to be doing was to attract her closer.
Taking a few steps in my direction, she approached the ledge, forcing any dark fantasy that ever sprawled my mind to surface and devour her.
‘We’re so high that we could almost reach the sky,’ she breathed, gazing into the abyss I loved so much. Heaven and hell came together to create this place, and now they were uniting an angel with a demon.
And the demon needed an answer to a question. ‘The Hills, as everyone calls them, used to be part of a mountain range, which eroded over the centuries. We’re currently standing on the highest ground that’s left. The closest and the furthest from divinity. And you? Where doyoustand?’
Was I fooling myself andshe was as mortally decayed as I was?
Or was she a different type of breed, a pure soul lost between the creatures of the night?
I guess she was about to give me the exact answer I was waiting for.
‘Down there. Body and mind.’ She sounded defeated. Perfect for me to prey on.
Still, I wanted to chase her off. She didn’t belong in my world and I was just going to give her the firstwarningabout that.
‘Maybe you need a miracle,’ I whispered, closing the distance between us and ending up breathing straight on the back of her neck. ‘But miracles don’t exist. Do they?’ I spoke, watching the horror in her eyes as she turned to face me just to befriend my knife which was moving in front of her.
The shattered innocence, the fear, and something more — an impossible will to hold on when I was doing my best to make her leave.
‘No, they don’t,’ she barely spoke as I found it intriguing that she still had the power to answer me. And more than that, ask questions, ‘What are you doing?’
‘You are mine for the night. Or am I mistaken?’ I was moving along with my game, trailing the knife until it ended up straight between her two luscious breasts.
