Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"In fact, I'm here to draw attention. Right?"

Not I gave him the time to respond: I put myself in the foot, I placed the boots in the skin b them thighs and I headed towards my prey.

"What the fuck are you

doing? Get now sit," she hissed, trying to stop me, but soon had to compose himself not to make

could get to scream in front of everyone, or he would have risked sending the air on the entire f opportunity.

In enjoy the shocked expression of my knight for the evening, with the head facing towards my bench, I scontrai with a woman who had just got up from her, making them fall to the handbag. "Watch where you go" I try again acid. The contents of the bag was scattered on the ground. A lipstick, a credit card, many, many pills. A ma

and as well keep a few of these babies hidden in the palm of my hand. Turning the rest into your handbag, porgendola to the owner.

Recovered his things, and went away in a hurry.

Inspirai, to find a minimum of calm, and nonchalantly

reached the first row below the stage. I had got early on me almost all the eyes in the room: it was obvious that no one dared to approach the man. Maybe I was out of me, maybe wouldn't even have worked, but I had to give it a try.

Taken a seat next to mr. Lancaster. Close up, gave

the impression of being even more slimy. But not the degnai a look, I focalizzai on the stripper that had attracted his attention.

I noticed from the corner of the eye, for a

moment, he remained puzzled by my sudden appearance, but soon his gaze took on a note of curiosity.

"Beautiful, right?" I spoke, without taking eyes from the stage.

"I would love to have those curves".

Mr. Lancaster put his elbows on the table and began convenient.

"The assure you that has nothing to envy to it, miss". He cleared his throat and clasped the fingers in front of him to dedicate his full interest.

His attitude made me shudder. I was hoping to be able to hide it.

"I am not so good at dance like her" I said, turning even the dreamy eyes to the girl with purple hair. Only then I decided to turn around towards him. "Forgive me if I invaded his space, but I needed to look at it closely."

"Do you like women?" she asked, intrigued. "Not

like you," I replied promptly. He let out a risolino and then took a sip from his champagne. I imagined that

face could have Davil in that moment, something I

he suggested that he was pissed off. If it would have made it a reason, now I had to proceed with my plan, he could only watch.

Gregory Lancaster ended up as a fly in my spider's web, and he was enchanted with long eyelashes and cheeks reddened.

"She knows who I am?" he asked, with a tone plaintive.

He didn't want to answer, he wanted a victim. Someone who could convince you to trust him and then betray and torture. I wondered what would have happened if I had entered alone with him in the red room, that at t end I would have done. A wrong step and everything would have gone to the rolls.

"Should I?" I asked him.

He lifted the corner of his mouth in a smile. "At least you know what is this place?"

"I have taken to a naive?"

"I like to torture people!" he blurted, without problems. How swelled his chest and aguzzò gaze, she saw that he was proud of it.

"Indeed, became closer and I felt his hand rest on my shoulder, touching my back. His fingers were sudaticce. "It would be more correct to say... the girls". Held another back bile vomit, but I couldn't see me with a disgusted expression, so I turned my head with a smile between his lips. One of those alluring.

I walked up to his ear, hoping with all my being to not let it shine through the great disgust that I felt, and contained what I wanted to tell him in the palm of my free hand.

"Me too," I muttered. "Want a taste of what I can do?" When I backed away from them, mr. Lancaster looked at me, incredibly pleased. I hoped desperately that he had stayed focused on my hand that was on

voice straight in his ear, and had not noticed my hand which was then brought o bottle of champagne and we dropped the pills that I had collected.

"Miss, you should know that is not allowed out of the room".

"There is not only a physical torture, mr. Lancaster," showed them my papers, even with the intent to distract him. Call him by name made him stiffen suddenly. He drew his hand from my back.

"Here you can have fun dealing with the young girls as meat to be slaughtered. But I am sure that it is the blood that please."

"She doesn't know what he is saying. And if this continues, against those who are putting".

"It's the power, the dominance that search. That spark which makes you feel God to play with the lives of others. It is not real?"

"Want for a case to try?" he asked me. "Want to come with me, into the room , red?"

"And what do I do? I will cut your fingers?" he teased, finding the strength to also add a slight laugh. "You can burn me alive, if you like. But Salem burning the witches because they were afraid of them."

"Really want to go all the way?" he asked me, in the full of himself.

"Said the man who is about to have an orgasm just by watching a stripper, half-naked."

This did not appeal to him. "That's enough" he raged. "Go away".

"Not want to get in the room with me?" I asked him. "Could I be to torture her, this time."

"You wouldn't be able to even take a cock in hand, let alone a knife. Go away.'

The given myself a smug smile. "Goodbye, mr. Lancaster".

He did not answer, I stood up and I left to go back to where I was coming. I sat down beside Davil that was a trunk, completely frozen in his position.

Could not give out, but by the way he shot me, it was clear that I had with me. He was livid, and so down the shirt tendency was milky from under the jacket. His irises prismatic me nailed well before me to sit down.

"Now you tell me the thread and sign what you said" he ordered me not just my bottom touched the sofa, but I was taken with a comfortable, even while the smoke came out of his ears.

"If not me, have you seen it not even you, then I'm sure that my plan has worked out," he suggested.

"Kerys, cut it short". From his tone of voice, I understood very well that not in the mood to play, but I was not playing.

"I don't know if you've noticed how many tablets he had with him a woman with whom I have met".

He shifted gaze to the nearest table, where, in the meantime had returned to the woman in question, accompanied by two men.

We soon arrived. "How many he given you?"

"I did not count" I said, smiling, pleased with herself. And it was at that moment that I noticed mr. Lancaster accasciarsi weakly on the

the back of the sofa. It seemed to have fallen into a sort of half-asleep. "But I guess not enough."

"You..." I redarguì. "As soon as we walk out of here we will deal for what you just did".

But he did just in time to finish saying the sentence that we were interrupted by one of the security men, dressed completely in black.