He watches you from the darkness, stealing away from
your eyes. His aura exhuming lust and greed, fuming with hate. His posture changes, to a pounce than a stance. Crimson eyes watch you carefully, seeking your weaknesses. A passing car could give him away, shining its bright lights across his face, pale as snow, and lips red as cherries. He smiles at You, and walking softly, he grabs you from behind, holding your mouth closed so you can't scream in terror, or talk of surrender. He hisses in your ear, and whispers your name. Pain shoots through your neck for a split second and the fades into sweet, delicious tingling. You start to swoon, for the blood loss is great, and all together, you fade away into nothing. You are subjected to His doom. You become His slave forever. His concubine. You can't help but fall Into His seductive trap, following his commands, doing his bidding. He teaches you the ropes, and You obey. The master and the slave. You begin to feel the changes immediately, the strength, the hunger, slowly taking over your mind. The pain of being In The sun for long periods of time. You slowly go insane, to the feelings. You feel like the monster that made you, and soon, You too have created your own concubine after moving out of the master's bosom, hand you start to train him, just As you were. So now he is subjected to your doom. The circle never ends. Everyone is a subject to doom.