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The Evil

CHAPTER EIGHT

I like to observe.

Although I'm not very patient, no one can deny that Serenity Clementine is a delightful little thing to behold. It's a shame that for now I can't do anything but look.

I saw her scared face inside the dressing room, and for a moment, I thought she would be brave enough to come to me.

What would I have done then?

I would have had to create a plan B, and that goes against my nature, as I don't like improvisation.

No, I need to be more careful. I can't fail. I know I'll only have one chance. Even more so now, with those damn new bodyguards.

She has always been watched. The old man kept her protected after she returned to the United States permanently, but they were normal security guards. Easy to deceive.

The ones she has now look more like soldiers guarding a queen.

And isn't that what Serenity is? A queen?

I smile, shaking my head and thinking about the irony of the situation. The spider stuck in its own web. No matter why I got close to her, now I want her whole. Not just her money.

I look forward to seeing her performance. I've been to her dance school before, and I know she dances beautifully. No one who sees her can imagine how lonely she is. Dancing like a fairy, Serenity displays a confidence in herself that I know isn't real.

Deep down, she is nothing more than a sad, abandoned girl.

But that will end. I will make her mine, and then I will meet all her needs.

I look around and notice that the audience is silent, expectant.

Me too. I can't wait for the moment when I no longer have to just look at her. I want to touch her, tear away her innocence, keep her as my private slave.

A ballerina for private performances.

I close my eyes and have to place my hands in my lap to hide an erection as I imagine her dancing naked for me.

The fantasy is pleasant but unsatisfying, so I think of her naked but also with red welts from my belt on her back and legs.

Yes, that's better.

I hope she isn't docile. I hope she's a fighter, because I really want to break her.

I sigh as my body is overcome by the need that has always been in me to cause pain.

I just scrapped the previous plan. I won't kill her after a few months. I will keep her with me forever. A fairy with broken wings.

A sweet girl who’s never even lived.

However, for everything to work out, I need to be patient.