The demon's thin, bony hands clench around the terrified girl's jaw. It was never worth entering into this relationship. Never.

They are standing in front of a mirror. His yellow grin and claws are visible in the reflection, which are about to sink into her cheek. Charlie's frightened eyes look only forward, only at him. She can't turn away. Fear permeates the body, but.. is it even pleasant? Excitement and adrenaline are coursing through her veins. When did she become like this? No, more like when he made her like this?

– "My sweet little Charlie.." – he pulls the sounds the same way he pulls her lower jaw. Sadistic pleasure flashes in Alastor's eyes. He likes the view in front of him. – "My sweet little girl.."

Suddenly, he pulls her towards him, dragging her into the dance. It's not a waltz, it's not a tango.. It's something abstract, strange, but so.. alive.

– "Come on, cutie, smile.. C`mon~"

His claws hold her possessively by the waist. He won't let go, but she won't leave. A golden cage, smelling of rot.