5/24/2015 3:03:55 PM:  Note this is my work in progress rough draft. Still ned to fix grammar and punctuation. I  need new ideas and inspiration will refine as time goes by. Tell me what you think. The dark stretches all around us like oily silk caressing our bodies.  It hears me drawing closer but cannot fathom my location. I wait silently just out of reach listing to the pounding rhythm of its heart the growing rapid breathing escaping its lips inhaling the sweet scent of fear and juices mixing into the blackness its intoxicating like a fine wine. I stretch my hand ever so slightly to molest the space just centimeters from its thighs, cheeks, backside chest.  I sense her panic she wants to scream but instinct tells her not to. She wants to run but an invisible presence stops her in her tracks.  Eventually panic drivers it to run I grin I enjoy when it runs if it only new that it has moved the exact way I have planned from the beginning I inhale one more breath filling my lungs with her scent before I begin to move. I gracefully stalk it like the predator beasts of old or some forgotten nightmare brought out of children's stories it as expected has wandered into the trap an old building and into a even older room barley fit for human habitation the small lamp illuminates the bed the décor something only A cold twisted loving mind could appreciate I gaze waiting in the murky shadows it knows I'm here it knows it is trapped yet fight still remains it its eyes it has yet to surrender it has yet to accept. it stares at the contents on the lying on the bed items cast in leather forged items best left to the imagination forged out of silvery sterile silver  ropes of satin and hemp  and sounds oh wonderful sounds of sweet vibration and molded  plastic her eyes cannot help linger and wonder what the future holds temptation gives in its picks up an item moves it between its supple fingers  it has started it is weak a  flick of  my hand and the room returns to the comforting black it doesn't let go of the item still clutched in its hands as it suddenly jumps as my hot breath dances across its flesh it is paralyzed with fear it knows escape is impossible deep down inside a thought stirs maybe one doesn't want to escape maybe one is enjoying it my hands reach for an item of silver and softly prick its cool metallic hard surface to its thigh it starts to make noises soft moans mixed with whimpers it asks me my name in-between pale moans I say nothing I let the darkness whisper my name I let the silence speak my past all it needs to know is who is the hunter and who is the prey .