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by Seraphina He lacked control but he didn't see it. He craved power. To him, it was a drug that he was severely addicted to and he'd go to great lengths to obtain it. That's what he was doing now, in that dark alley. Lurking. He was a lurker, estranged to society, but it didn't bother him because it wasn't something he noticed�his habit took care of that. Domination was his life and his life was domination, that's all that mattered. The scent of urine, rotting garbage and other putrid, undefinable things, hung in the air, but he didn't notice. His attention was focused on the exit of the nightclub at the other end of the laneway, and the people filing out of it intermittently. He knew what he was looking for. Someone vibrant and full of life�someone to break, to control, to dominate. He'd done this so many times before, that it came naturally. The hiding in the shadows, waiting for just the right moment when an unsuspecting young woman would fall into his trap. If they ever realised what was about to happen, it was already too late for escape. His operations were too well planned for any slip ups to occur, but that didn't ever stop them from putting up a fight. Not that that mattered. In fact, it only made him more determined to overpower them and show his strength. To him, what he did wasn't wrong, it was something he had to do and that's all there was to it. He had to satisfy his fixation otherwise his world would end. He could never let that happen. Failure was not an option, failure was weakness and weakness was the exact opposite to power. Simple really, well it was simple to him anyway. He settled back for the wait. She felt invigorated. She'd had guys all over her throughout the night, asking her to dance. She could accept or decline, she had power over them. Although it made her feel good, power wasn't all that important. It wasn't something she pondered on often. It wasn't even something that she particularly desired. She was happy with having fun in life, enjoying being lusted over by numerous men but not taking it too seriously. After a hard week's work, there was nothing she liked better than to slip into her little metallic blue number and head out clubbing. Sometimes with a friend, other times alone to allow for more freedom. Tonight she was alone although that had not been her intention. Her friend had cancelled on her but it didn't matter, she'd still managed to have plenty of fun but as always, the fun had to end sometime. Saying goodbye to the manifold of men surrounding her, taking a few phone numbers she would never ring, she headed for the exit. She was going to get a taxi but couldn't be bothered waiting for one. Instead, she decided to begin the walk home and if a cab happened by on her travels, it would just be a bonus. Walking out into the alley, she shuddered and screwed her nose up at the smell before quickening her step. "Hey, sweetheart!" She jumped at the voice calling after her and turned to see one of her more insistent admirers from the night, standing on the steps of the club. She smiled sweetly, asking if she could help him. "Just making sure you don't forget to call me." He flashed a cheeky smile. "You won't regret it," he said before slipping back inside. She shook her head, rifled through her handbag for the guy's number and threw it onto the ground. It barely made a difference to the already quite large pile of rubbish. If it was thing she hated, it was guys who put the pressure on, tried to dominate, try to make themselves look better and more intelligent than the male morons that they were and couldn't help being. Her footsteps echoed in the dark route, making an eyrie effect that excited her, made her think of the movie thrillers she loved to watch. She had a vivid imagination and loved to scare herself, get the adrenalin going, that rush that she craved so much. It didn't take much imagination to get the feeling that she was being watched, to hear the heavy breathing emitting from the dark shadows but she kept walking without a qualm after all, it was all in her head wasn't it? |
