He'd been waiting only semi-patiently. Waiting for her to show her face and that body again. Where had she gone" It had started with her photos, her ads, her calendar. It had moved on to her personally. Dueling, that BadSide place she seemed to like, the Red Dragon - - it didn't matter where she was anymore, he could keep an eye on her.
The way she moved was taunting, she lilt of her laugh seduced and tortured him. The sparkle in her dark eyes was a gem of precious worth that he had to have. The ache in his loins told him to pounce now, fast and furious. The voices in his head fought with each other as to which way to proceed.
"Seduce her, woo her, love her, make her want us." "Take her, the filthy whore, look at the way she begs us to." "Can't we just be friends with her?" "NO! She thinks she's too good for us." "She's lonely, we can use that." "We can use a lot more of her, too." "Back Alley Bitch - - that's what we should call her." "She sure can suck down the alcohol, think she can suc-"
The man sneered and hissed, pulling at the crotch of his jeans with one hand while grinding the heel of the other hand into his temple.
"Shut up, all of you. We're going to do this my way.?
The voices quieted at the gravelly command, leaving the man's eyesight clear once again. There she was, headed into the Red Dragon Inn. He stepped from the shadow of the alley, his nails scratching at the Red Orc Brewery poster on the wall, into the brick below. He watched her disappear behind the doors before he pushed off and headed home; leaving the poster completely without eyes.
The Waiting Game Was Over.
The way she moved was taunting, she lilt of her laugh seduced and tortured him. The sparkle in her dark eyes was a gem of precious worth that he had to have. The ache in his loins told him to pounce now, fast and furious. The voices in his head fought with each other as to which way to proceed.
"Seduce her, woo her, love her, make her want us." "Take her, the filthy whore, look at the way she begs us to." "Can't we just be friends with her?" "NO! She thinks she's too good for us." "She's lonely, we can use that." "We can use a lot more of her, too." "Back Alley Bitch - - that's what we should call her." "She sure can suck down the alcohol, think she can suc-"
The man sneered and hissed, pulling at the crotch of his jeans with one hand while grinding the heel of the other hand into his temple.
"Shut up, all of you. We're going to do this my way.?
The voices quieted at the gravelly command, leaving the man's eyesight clear once again. There she was, headed into the Red Dragon Inn. He stepped from the shadow of the alley, his nails scratching at the Red Orc Brewery poster on the wall, into the brick below. He watched her disappear behind the doors before he pushed off and headed home; leaving the poster completely without eyes.
The Waiting Game Was Over.