You're at a bar, alone, just drinking and enjoying the atmosphere.

You see her walking in, a vision of demonic beauty, her latex shining in the nights of the bar.

Everyone turns to stare, perhaps out of desire, or envy, or fear, and you're no different.

Your heart beats faster.

She turns towards you, catching your gaze, slowly walking over.

The rest of the bar seems to go quiet, it's just you and her.

You can feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of fire and spice in the air, the sound of your own heart pounding in your chest.

She gently reaches a hand to your neck, lifting your chin slightly, turning your face towards her - seeming to tower over you, a light behind framing her hair in a halo of crimson light.

She offers you things from your deepest dreams and desires, if you'll just come with her, but you knew from the moment you looked at her you'd have done anything she asked.

You barely even notice the collar forming around your neck, her fingers looping around the metal ring binding you to her, until she gently tugs you from your chair...

"You're mine…”