He enjoyed watching women falling for him. It made him even more powerful than he actually was. His ego was growing in his own laboratory of indulgent pleasure that would leave you naked in his bed. He enjoyed giving with just a bit of taking knowing that you’ll beg for more. He would make you sin in the ways you would never even imagine you could.
They would call him ‘a seller of souls’. He would use his charm and that deathly smile to seduce you with that innocent drink by the bar. Filmy black dress that clings to her body and cherry lips. My dear, you just gave the green light to a professional predator.
You might think you are mortal before you kiss him unintentionally for the first time. “Take off your clothes, my darling, we are going to talk in a way I know the best”. And then you will swallow the pride you had and start to plead. Lay your weakness down on his messy bed and let him make you howl. The night is short and soon there will be nothing to give.
– But we promised each other tomorrow,- she would say.
– Oh, honey, this is the part you screwed up.