The Art of Persuasion
Irritation pounded around my skull as I stood in the slowing darkening alleyway. I had been waiting here for almost an hour now, impatiently pacing up and down. My plan to wed her must succeed. The medium will cooperate for my plan to work, even if I have to rough her up a bit.
The harsh clap of her patterns warned me that she was fast approaching my hiding place. As she walked past the entrance to the alleyway, nose in air, I grabbed her silky collar.
"Look," I said, menacingly, as I advanced towards her. I slipped my sweaty hand into my pocket and took out two coins and held them out to her. The two golden moons lit up my grimy, blackened hand.
She stared at me, trying to mask her look of terror, but I saw straight through her.
"These can be yours," I growled. "But for a small price. I need you to do a little job for me."
I looked up from the coins on my palm to see her face, so I could relish in the terror that would surely be there. Strangely, she was.. smirking?
She opened her mouth and let out a short bark of humourless laughter.
"Are you bribing me?" she sneered, eyeing me haughtily.
Red mist clouded my eyes. How dare she look down on me? I would not let a mere woman taunt me. She may think she is my superior but my brutish body wins in any bar room brawl.
I lashed out, cuffing her smooth cheek with my calloused fist. My lucky charms jingled, oddly out of place as my fist collided with her face. She staggered back, clutching her cheek, letting out a soft moan. I sneered, "You're not laughing now." I did not wait for her snivelling reply.
As she reeled in the alleyway, I strode into the inky blackness, panting. She will be mine.