He appreciated her unintentional calm there on the cotton, nestled into her supposed safety. Such golden hair, and how fitting, because she was not a girl about to live the rest of her Life, making choices and seeing their possibilities bloom. She was just gold, transferred from her father's weak, card-hungry hands to those of a stronger merchant. It could be supposed the deft assailant liked his victims gossamer, or that he simply liked his victims, the way he stayed at the strands, miraculously perfect even in her slumber. Aren't all pretty thing at their best before their downfall?<br/><br/>She even looked pleasant first, welcoming him with her weakness. He thought it was such a waste to deliver this treasure of different delights to another man, but he wasn't about to commit the same mistakes as her father and believe she was to be kept. She moved about angelically, displeased with the presence of the tell-tale concoction. Her body was concealed underneath the blanket by a gown. He supposed it figured. What a quaint article, insisting on her purity with its summer color and considerably modest design. He took a moment to tug a bit at the material.<br/><br/>He almost decided she wanted him when her lips opened for his touch, like they were fated to have their physicalities meet. He wanted fervently to be a dumber man, and indulge in his impulse to have at her, but he feared his employer far more than his own dissatisfaction. This blue flower was being plucked for someone else. She had green eyes and they almost fell out of her youthful face when she showed them to him in the lamplight he provided. Half a word to make him love her more and then half her face concealed in the sleeping aid.<br/><br/>It might be horrible to her, this monster in the night, keeping her down easily with his frame - she'd even be able to feel the thick of his arousal, pressing down on her pinned hips. He groaned with want when she moved about to free herself, and it did things to his hidden length, too. He gasped in awe when her thrashing slowed, and swallowed when her eyes retreated up into their lids. Soon she was unmoving again, relaxed but without the smile he'd seen at first. He let up, the fumes rising from her lips and nose, since they'd done their work.<br/><br/>He went about another struggle with his self-control wrapping her in her own bedding, a little doll prepared for delivery. The parcel with a few blonde strands hanging out weighed close to nothing, and he had very little trouble with her on the way down the iron stairs. Not that she'd put up much of a fight when she was awake, either. He put her in the trunk and drove carefully toward a building her father knew well. In the employee garage no one disturbed him when he threw a distinctly girl-shaped cylinder on his shoulder, and went into the private elevator. The quiet bustling of the house of vices and their staff was always reassuring for any skittish heart doing misbegotten things.<br/><br/>Jozel Kretz was young for his position, not that he was some blushing boy, fallen recently out of mother's home and father's wallet. He'd come to this city early in his years, and won favor with his predecessor. They'd been a loving group, father and mother, for an adoptive family that killed. Father didn't last too long, as was the custom, and mother relied on their acquired son to keep the myriad of underlings in line. Jozel had excelled even before coming of age, practicing abhorrent violence and merciless advancement into new territory. The men looked up to that. Or they were snuffed. He was king now, and kept his mother retired, flush.<br/><br/>He'd come across a deep love for their trade, and liked to spoil the street generals throughout his army, and sew thoughts of nobility into the ranks. They were protectors of this city. Pride is a fuel, and he'd burnt all their ethics bright in the neon night. Prolific, they'd called him, which he considered better than monster - there needed to be politics in dreary matters, too. He drank the finer, clearer liquid from a sturdy, short glass when his delivery arrived. The time table was acceptable, and given his excitement, Jozel was prepared to oversee the lack of excellence.<br/><br/>She was placed on his desk, by the coaster of his glass, and he looked down at her father's unwilling object of barter while she was masked and clothed in the sheet. "A present?" he asked, but the shadow knew not to continue the conversation, and ducked out into the iron box that had taken him here. There were three other men placed around the room to enforce Jozel, anyway. Kretz stroked the outlines of the body, and wasn't slow to indulge a squeeze of her tit. She was a beauty, even when covered, and he wasn't obliged to leave her completely pure.<br/><br/>Eventually he unwrapped her, methodical and calm, to leave her once again only in that nightgown. He would wake her with a few harsh pats on her cheek, and the tendrils of strong salts over her face. Jozel would be sitting down, one leg over the other, glass in hand, when she opened those green eyes on his table. "Alright, you're awake. Nice to meet you." he started and the men laughed from where they stood. She'd see the finely pressed suit, sewn closely to his body, and the detail of a white tie on a white shirt while everything else he wore was black. Dark eyes in a pretty face, with his hair combed back, coiling behind his ears and touching the back of his neck. A veritable handsome demon made of long parts, welcoming her to this new purgatory that her father had sent her to.<br/><br/>"You see, little girl, your dad made a few bets and didn't pay up. And here you are."<br/><br/>And here she was, in a large room with deep walls and gilded details, with large glass windows staring down at the city, and cabinets and shelves with ornamental, expensive trinkets.  Playroom for the grown up boys, with weapons ready and thirsty livers and hungry noses and veins. She'd come to a very exclusive prison, served up on his large desk. Jozel licked his red lips from the vodka and tilted his head. "Are you going to be a good girl?"