One in a Million

Prologue Two

A calloused hand brushed the back of her head and she felt strong fingers tangle themselves within her auburn hair. Her wrists twisted beneath the strength of the nylon rope that bound her to the aged cherry oak straight backed chair. Tears fell from azure eyes and sobs caught in her throat and settled. She whimpered and tried to lean away as her capture buried his nose in her hair, his breath running across her back caused her to shiver in fright. But a sharp tug of her hair kept her in place.

"It's a pity," he whispered inhaling her sweet feminine scent of day old perfume and sweat. "That your nothing but a stepping stone in a greater scheme. Such a beautiful woman should be nothing but the highlight of the show," he whispered against the shell of her ear. "Wouldn't you say?"

She whimpered as one strong finger traced the curve of her cheek and down the gentle slope of her neck, to rub idly against her clavicle. Her chest heaved with breath and her nostrils flared as she tried to draw in air to calm the panic that gathered beneath her breast.

And then she was staring into the face of her capture. It was not what she expected.

By god's grace it was cruel, to hide such a monstrous creature behind the guise of an ordinary out of the way looking man, a handsome man with soulful eyes.

She had expected a monster with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes, a demon. Instead she found the face of an angel masking the cruelty of Hell. It was all the more terrifying. She watched helpless as his face split into an affectionate lopsided grin, his eyes glowed. It was hazy, the image of a memory that touched the edge of her mind, but she was positive she had seen that gorgeous smile before. Obviously, she'd met this deranged stranger within the last few hours - she was still wearing her evening wear.

She wondered what her friends thought? That she got lucky - she swallowed the lump in her throat that threatened to choke her. Her friends wouldn't think of anything like this! This, she didn't even think something like this would happened to her. Ever. But it did and it was and she felt the fear of her future claw its way through her soul. By the look in his eyes, she knew, she wouldn't survive and that broke her down even further.

Tears and snot and sobs. Her fear devoured her. She begged behind the gag and he just sat their and watched that shit eating grin forever present. Until finally he reached out, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and cooed at her.

"Shh, it'll be okay. It won't be so bad, I can guarantee you will like it." He whispered soothingly, his palm rubbing her cheek. Without much thought he brought up a cloth and cleaned her face. She winced and heaved her eyes wide with fright and not once did she take her eyes off of him. "All of which I will give and take from you." He whispered into her ear as he leaned over her, one hand tangled in her hair and cradled the back of her head while the other free hand tilted her chin up. Quickly and efficiently he ripped the gag from her.

"No, no, no, please, don't, please let me go, I won't tell, I promise, just let me go!" she screeched. It was high and whiny and stressed and it was music to his ears.

"Hmm, I suppose I could." He whispered leaning back folding his arms across his chest as he gazed at her through hooded eyes that were clouded in thought. "Ya, okay." He said his eyes locked with her's and slowly he undid the nylon ropes. He watched with a veiled gaze as her face lightened in gratitude and the tears changed from thought of fear to the thought of freedom. He kneeled down and undid the ties on her feet.

"Doors, just over there." He leaned away and pointed towards the door. It was easy to spot, beams of light shone through the wholes in the wood. It was like god was showing her the way.

"Thank you, thank you." She sobbed stumbling towards the door. Still crouching before the chair, but his torso turned towards the door, his eyes following her, his gaze roving over her.

"Don't thank me, Darlin'" he whispered with a deep rich southern twang that he had kept hidden from her. As as the door opened to emit more sunlight and the girl vanished of to the side. He stood. He counted to three, before a shark like grin split his face.

"Now the real fun begins."