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Of course he noticed her as soon as she came in to the bar. Everyone noticed her. She was beautiful. 

The kind of porcelain white skin that made you think of fine china. Or baby dolls. Or breaking things. 

The blue eyes that were like glacier ice. The kind you could stare at for hours before blackening the skin around them. 

The lips as red as a cherry, as shiny as blood.

She was something he wanted to possess. To show off. To prove that he was the top of the heap. He worked hard for everything he had. He had bullied his way to where he was. Cars, houses, multiple ex wives. He had all the trappings of success. Women wanted him and men feared him. Or maybe it was the other way around. Men wanted to be him and women feared him. 

But not all women. Some were brazen like she seemed to be. Meeting his hungry stare without looking away. No deference. It made him crazy. First with lust, then with anger. 

He would have her, then he would break her. 

He thought of how to pursue her. She was beautiful so she had spent her entire life being told she was beautiful. Would she be the type to respond to negging? If he told her she would be perfect if her chin weren't so pointed? Or maybe he could engage her in conversation and pay deep attention to everything she was saying, and once he had gained her trust to start to undermine her here and there. Make her doubt her own intelligence. That would take time, but he was currently single, again, so he had it. 

He wanted to figure out how to get her attention, then make her crave his. 

He wasn't prepared for her to make the first move. He accepted the drink and noted that breaking her would be even sweeter for her confidence. 

He raised the glass to her at the end of the bar and motioned for her to join him. She moved like she was floating. Every head turned to watch her. He noticed that here and there as she would pass a couple the man would shiver. Not all men. But more than a few. 

He noticed things. That's where his power was. He payed attention to the little things. And then used them against people. 

He knew who he was. He wasn't one of those who would say he was a good guy with a good heart. He would say that was what cucks and losers said. The perennial second place finishers. He was a man who did what he wanted because he could. And who was going to stop him? Nobody. That's who. So why be apologetic about it. He was the alpha. He ran this shit. And he deserved everything he had. 

Which would soon include her, a submissive her. He would break her. And then he would leave her. Nobody wants to keep broken toys, afterall. 

She was next to him now and was even more lovely close up. He had never seen anyone as perfect as she was. Not even in the mirror. 

They talked about life, what he did, what he liked, what was important to him. She might have tried to include her own likes once or twice but he was deft at steering conversations back to him. 

And she found him to be as fascinating as he found himself. Or at least she acted that way. And he had no reason to believe it was false. 

When he suggested they leave together she readily agreed. Which only disappointed him a little. He would have preferred that she was harder to get, but he assumed it was part of her confident career woman playset to be a modern woman in charge of her own sexuality. He hated that shit. Unless it was getting him laid like it was tonight, and then it was okay. But he would make her feel less than because of it. Eventually. Just not tonight. 

The walked together toward the parking lot. She stopped to admire the way the moonlight shone on the snow in the woods. He really was going to have to pay more attention to his surroundings. He hadn't even noticed that the bar backed up to a forest when he had arrived that evening. 

She turned to him and smiled. Then he felt the chill around his ankles. A breeze had started. There were flashes of light over the trees, which it seemed to him had gotten closer to where they were standing. Hadn't there been cars over there when they walked out?

He turned back to her again her face was not longer a perfect mask of beauty. Her teeth were now fangs, her hair whipped around her head in coils, her eyes burned like red hot coals in a fire, she threw back her head and called the wild hunt, then turned back to him, and said

Run.