My steps are very calculated, off-color eyes half closed, as if I were too involved in the moment, in the fact that I was going to get into a hotel and partake in something that most girls only dream about.

Of course, it didn't matter much to me. A dirty deed with a dirty individual - however, it would get me all the closer to doing what needs done. I merely need to stay the center of attention in someone's mind. Anyone's.

Just to stay in this clique, only to burn it from the inside out and walk from the ashes triumphant.

He, however, was more than happy to think that this was a simple thing, an act of lust, the larceny of a girl's innocence.

The poor fool doesn't know that my innocence was taken before he even knew I existed.

I curl up in the back seat of the limo, though - of course those three would have a limousine, one with a driver on call twenty-four hours a day.

Then again, it's a life of power, of privilage.

"So," I start tentatively, gently easing overeager hands away from my hips, only so I could stare up into eyes clouded with drunken delusions.

Of course, this is also when I realized exactly how tall this guy was, and - well, I'm certainly not petite in any sense of the word, being five-foot- seven, but...

I'm going to hide my worry for now. He's inebriated. There's not really too much of a threat, is there?

Of course, the more I watch him, the youngest one of the three, the - well, I can't help but feel a little guilt. Not that I'm going to thwart my plans because of such, but -

I'm going to ruin someone's life. End someone's existence.

Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but - this is a heist of souls, an event that I've planned since I was old enough to understand the concept of revenge, to realize right from wrong.

After a few moments of staring up, listening to mumbling over the fact that I had really pretty eyes, and how he'd seen me around and wondered just what had made me so aloof, why he couldn't figure me out as a statistic, like -

Like the rest of the world was.

I let his hands roam freely again, knowing full well what he wants, and for now? I'm merely an instrument, a plaything for him to act upon with his darkest carnal desires.

I'm fine with this - it is, after all, another step in the plan.

The car stops, and I'm led into a hotel, one that obviously is not for the short of money - it's not surprising, and I'm vaguely unimpressed as I'm eagerly tugged into a posh looking suite. My eyes widen, even if it is only for acting purposes. I'm supposed to be impressed, supposed to be astonished by the fact that some people have more money than I do.

That's how life works, no?

It's then, as I'm wandering around 'astonished,' I can hear footsteps behind me, and hands slip over my shoulders, turning me around - for a few moments, I had escaped the sting of alcohol, but -

It was burning around my neck again, in my ears...

"...Hailey, is it? Y'gonna show me what you can do?" Words, an amused slur that found it's way into my ears and down my spine, split through the silence, and I turned around slowly, gaze meeting his as I found an amused smirk of my own.

"...I don't know, Randy," crossing my arms over my chest, I quirk a brow, tipping my head back slightly. "You're the one who though it necessary to bring me up here - and for what purpose, hrm?"

Of course I know, but - I want to play a game.

"What purpose?" My wit gets a laugh, though faint and a touch confused, but he presses on, grabbing me forcefully by the waist and drawing me to him. "I think you're a bit old to be so naive."

I say nothing, but play his game, the twists of wandering hands, the assault of being thrown against walls in fits of torrential passion - Again, I'm unsurprised by the fact that such roughness seems vital.

He gets exasperated, though, with my apathy, with the aloof nature I seem to take with this, growling through his teeth as they gnash into my neck and shoulders. "Cry...come on, Hailey. You dumb bitch, don't make me really hurt you..."

I'm silent then, my eyes closed as I taunt him, even as he claws at me desperately, intent on breaking me -

He does it to all the girls, you can tell. Not to me, he won't.

Eventually, though, he stops, spent. The first surprising move of the night happens then, when I'm not told I have to leave immediately, but instead end up having an arm dragged over me as the dark boy falls into what seems a peaceful slumber.

It's then, finally, that I speak, voice oddly childlike.

"I won't cry. My heart will break before I cry - I will go mad."

He doesn't hear me, but that doesn't matter.