Encounter With The Devil
Hanna
The Master was leaning on a wooden table and smoking a thick cigar. My stomach knotted with disgust as the scent reached up to my nostrils. I couldn't bear cigarettes or cigars — they were disgusting. Fear clawed through me as I got a more accurate view of him. His profile was sharp and dark. Without a doubt, he was a handsome man with dark eyes that could captivate anyone. He had an air of authority and the appearance of one who demanded instant obedience and respect. No wonder he was called the Master.
Pulling my self out of my thoughts, I glanced over at the woman who was standing in front of him. She was hovering over him, and from what I could, she was whispering dirty things and turning him on. The woman went ahead and began to unbutton his shirt. Th
