Prologue
A nerve popping scream shattered the silent night. Running footsteps echoed on the cobbled path. In terror the woman flattened against the cold unyielding wall blending in the shadows, the icy draft seized her muscles relentlessly but effectively shielded her from the boring eyes that relentlessly sought her.
“Little girl. Little Girl, where are you?” A raspy voice sing-songed, “Come out, come out from wherever you are.” His unhurried steps crushed the long dry grass shrubs so she knew where his footsteps fell, he cajoled her sweetly in his deceptive tone “Come now - see what big daddy has for you. All just for you, my lovely.”
The black cloaked figure shuffled past, he paused sniffed the damp up wind as if scenting something, his head turned to her penetrating the darkness where she hid. She squelched the urge to shriek in panic by wedging herself far back as she could into the niche of the supporting column, the veil lengthened as the howler’s moon rotated on it’s axis, the mask of illusion on the verge of being ripped away. Eyes taut in prayer she fervently hoped that he would not linger one moment longer. She was left without a doubt as to what he suggested; she had good reason to be afraid for her tenuous existence. The heels made a dull thud as it disappeared from sight, she released a shaky breath relieved - no sooner had her fancy heels slipped on the clammy surface the noise a loud gunshot in the quiet - it was a short-lived reprieve nonetheless. The unmistakable squelch of rubber suggested that she had been discovered.
She darted out from her place of concealment and decided to run for it. She was now fully exposed in the stark glow of the full moon. She had to return to the clearing. Her instincts screamed that she was needed now more than ever. She must hurry. Heart in her mouth, she flitted lightly through the gloomy shadows keeping an ear out for footfalls.
“Boo!’ she jumped in alarm, unkind fingers manacled her wrist thrashing and screaming up against an iron hard chest. Bony fingers circled her neck in a death clasp - pinching squeezing her life force.
“I am master of your destiny now, not that pitiful fool. And you shall obey my every wish. This is what happens to anyone who defies me.” The woman rebelled against the firm grip her chest heaving in desperation pushing at the immovable solid walls of rancid flesh. “Thrash around all you like, my pretty…it will only serve to excite me”, he leered unpleasantly at the swell of her young breasts peeking out from her gown moonlight kissed the sweet curve making it luminescent, at his words she slumped helplessly remembering a very dear voice that had beseeched her not to fight – or it will be harder in the end.
The gnarled fingers depressed brutally on her windpipe shaking her. Her world frayed around the edges, a mindless numbness took over…..
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