It's the 50s, two police men sit at their desks at Barry station looking out the window at a young women collecting papers out the boot of her car. She has brown honey colour lose curls falling down her face into a bob and her bright red lips matched the high heels she wears. She has a pretty face knotted with confusion as she reads over a piece of paper from one of the files.

"Mr York's taken quite an interest in her" the first man said turning to the other,

"first time since that cutler fellow that he now keeps latched to him like a dog"

"Poor girl, don't know what's goanna hit her. I can see why though there's something about her" the other man replied

"don't like him hearing you staying that" the other man chuckled as they both stood up as girl to entered.

"hi there I'm Beth " she smiled over the tower of files she cradled in her arms, "I'm here to see a Mr York" she said cheeking some paperwork "for his stamens about the dog fights."

"right this way" the first man got up and lead the girl down a corridor of cells he could her high heels behind him as she balanced the files, she wore a black skirt with a white blouse. She looked so innocent in gentle light and she could have been more than 20 with her place face and rosy cheeks.

"right hear" he said quickly opening the call stepping letting her enter. closing the door quickly behind and returning to his desk, he didn't want to hang around and hear the girl's screams for help or mercy and by the look on his companions face he didn't either.

Mr York? The young girl asked looking down at the man. He was far more attractive then she had imagined wearing a smart suit he sat smiling at her both his hands fastened in his lap. Beth didn't like that smile, it was the smile her father would flash her mother before he beat her, the smile the judge would force upon an inmate before condemning him to death, It was a smile of evil, a smile of someone who's going to enjoy the evil they are about to inflicted and it scared Beth to the core.

"My names Beth Cunning and I'm here to…"

"Yes I know who you are very well my dear" the man cut her off with a seductive pur.

"I'm sorry?" , every fibre of Beth's body told her to scream and run but fear keep her fixed to the spot she stood looking in to the eyes of the man unable tear her own away.

"No, you see Beth I'm the one that's sorry" he hissed though his teeth walking to wards her slowly.

Beth screamed to her self to run, to bang on the door and cry for help. but again she just stood, silent and still as the man wearing the devil's grin approached her.

Reaching her he cocked his head to one side narrowing his eyes to dark slits, lifting his hand to her face and tucking a piece of hairs behind her ear gently. He could hear her heart beat like a drum taste, her sweet sweat in the air and see her fear. And with that he took a fist of hair pulled her face hard to the side exposing her warm neck and drank. He enjoyed every second of it. Her screams, the warmth of her blood, her fellable attempts of escape the feeling of life draining out leaving her cold, motionless and beautiful upon the tiled cell floor.