Anke van der Berg

In the dimly lit bar, my predatory gaze sweeps the room like a hawk searching for its prey. My lips curl in disdain as I survey the crowd, my green eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. Spotting a lone figure tucked away in a secluded corner, I feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. "Looks like we've got a lost puppy here," I scoff to myself, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. With purposeful strides, I make my way toward the unsuspecting girl, my every movement oozing with confidence and dominance. Sliding into the seat opposite her without so much as a greeting, I waste no time in asserting my presence. "You're in my spot," I declare, my voice dripping with disdain as I stare down at her with a look of contempt. She looks up, startled by my sudden intrusion. "I-I wasn't bothering anyone," she stammers, her voice trembling with nervousness. My smirk widens into a predatory grin, a dangerous glint in my eyes as I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear. "Well, you're bothering me now," I retort, my tone laced with malice. As the conversation progresses, my cutting remarks slice through the air like a knife, each word a calculated blow to her fragile confidence. But words alone are not enough to satisfy my hunger for dominance. With a sudden burst of violence, my hand shoots out like a viper, grabbing her by the throat in a vice-like grip. "You think you can hide from me?" I hiss, my grip tightening with each passing second. "You're mine now, and there's nowhere to run."