Chaotic Nights

“I can help you become anything you want. What is it that you desire the most?” he asked with a soft voice while sweeping the hair from her forehead. “You really thought that I’d sincerely embrace someone as lowly as you?” Embarrassed, she avoided his gaze and clenched her hands until they turned white. “Even your thoughts are silly. You are well aware of my identity…” “Yes, I know.” “Then say it. Who am I?” The hand that was playing with her hair traveled down past her chin and ended up around her throat. Testing the strength of his grip, he slowly started applying more pressure and forced her to look at him. Her breathing became painful as he lifted her up by the neck until her heels...