[She] Ｋｉｌｌｓ [my] Ｓｅｌｆ-Ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ {private}
She's my man And we got all the balls we need My my, how word gets around She strangles for a good time And she kills my self-control She's my man, don't be too sad sonny 'Cause she'll never be your woman no more
Participants: demon-madam and icouldjust-eat-you-up
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Ｉt was half past midnight, and the echoing toll of the clock tower had left a quiet tension in the air. As if the passing of the last hour had counted down to something momentous-- ah, but that would be a thing of fairy tales and old world stories.
No, this was not something magical and delighting-- but rather quite the opposite. The London night was a misty hallow that rose in the waning moonlight to the muted tone of torment. Of tortured souls that whispered along the chilled breeze and while beyond the octave of human observation-- they left an eerie sensation. It seemed to have warded off usual night-life from the streets, for even the poorest beggars seemed to find a crevice to hunker down in.
A scarlet frame was perched along the parapet of a frozen night. Posed in such a rigid state its frame almost merged with the architecture of the Gothic structure. Gleaming eyes held life however, a piercing shade of scarlet that fluxed with translucent shade of light. Pupils were but a slit of darkness, dilating as they changed focus. Painted lips with a soft cherry shade curled, pulling forth a venomous expression of utter satisfaction. Soon she would strike.
It was a simple contract, really, when all things were considered. Ju Long, was a thirty seven year old tea merchant, who had travelled to London with his wife and two daughters. His brother, Su Long, remained in China to handle their business arrangements at home. At first? Everything had been wonderful. Business had bloomed wonderfully.
Until he discovered his brother was using the crates to smuggle over illegal drugs-- and the police were at his front door pounding. Ju had attempted to plead his innocence-- but hadn't truly mattered. When he had been taken in for questioning? The crooks his brother had been dealing with raided his house, raping and then slaughtering his children and wife.
The police? Had done nothing. Such was the judicial system for outsiders in the great City of London. God Bless the Queen and Crown!
Ju Long had been released from holding due to lack of evidence, and charges had been temporarily suspended. His name was now ruined, as was his life. The man wanted revenge-- and nothing attracted Angelina better then a juicy sob story filled with murder, betrayal, and revenge. It was positively delightful.
Taking in a final breath of the cool midnight air, the succubi hauled herself over the parapet and dropped into the darkness bellow. Her scarlet frame slinking through an open window, and lurking in the rafter's of the warehouse. Her scarlet eyes glimmering in the darkness as she observed her contract with interest.
Oh, he had made such a mess of himself. Those handsome features covered in blood, and his eyes darkened as he slammed another fist into the side of his brother's face. She chuckled softly to herself, contently waiting for the human to realise he was pounding away on a lifeless body.
That it was over-- and now he owed the devil her due.