Metal...that was all you could taste. It coated your mouth and lips- flakes of blood cradling your face. With a grimace you get up off of the concrete floor. You knew who this person was. You'd heard of him on the news. He was practically the devil. With one swift movement he pulls you to his chest, the carved smile in his pale cheeks twitching as he wrapped an arm around your waist- holding your hand with the other. It was if he could read your mind. He began rocking you, twirling you before pulling you back to his bloodied chest in some sort of sick dance. The streetlights illuminated over you and bathed you in their harsh light "Care to dance with the devil?" He spoke with a sick grin- voice raspy.