Hair flowing in the wind, her feet sure on the floor, her head up, walking on the street owning it. She wore a half-smile, as if she were laughing about something she only knew. She was ready for it, she was wearing her most flattering clothes, her best perfume, and just a hint of make up. She was ready. Some men were already ogling her, but it was not enough. She shook her head making her dark hair fly behind her. A man approached her.
-Hi, it might sound weird, but I wanted to meet you.
She smiled.
-And how's that?
-Well, you are stunning, gorgeous. And I just had this impulse. Would you... like to have coffee?
She looked at him. He was young enough, blond and sporting a scrub of a beard. His eyes looked dark blue.
-Why not?
She could see he wasn't believing the luck he had, but he didn't really know. They shared coffee and dinner after that. Without a doubt they ended up at her house, she served him a glass of wine and lead him into her room. He was completely subdued and didn't even question it when she tied him to the bed. She left him there and went back to the room carrying a large tray. When he saw it were knives and other surgical instrumental, he wanted to leave, but he was paralyzed. It was too late.
-I'm sorry honey, but a girl needs supplies for her potions.
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