Who said you could escape?

Pandora was a woman you’d met one night while out clubbing. She was beautiful and the way she held her gaze towards you seemed to almost hypnotize you. After that fateful night she’d spent day after day watching you. She knew everything there was to know about you..her prey.

You sat on your balcony, Pandora sitting on the railings with her feet handing over as she took a long drag of her cigarette.

“Mi Vida, do you mind if I have a taste of you?”