Valerii smiled a barely-there, devious grin, his eyes studying hers. He wondered if the nightmares had already taken her, or if she needed more time in his presence... there would be dreams, of vile things, tendrils and manhoods violating and molesting her, filling her with dark blessings... he loved fueling those dreams... after all, what girl doesn't want to have her dreams come true?<br/><br/>He caressed her chin with a finger and blinked slowly, leaning in close, nearly enough to kiss. His eyes were like the blackness of the deepest night, but now, for a brief moment, they flashed with purple, and he chuckled darkly.<strong>"that's quite alright, Miss Gabriella... but know that everyone else will be leaving at the normal time... it'll just be you... and I..."</strong>he said breathily. He knew exactly what he implied, and he intended to make good on such promises. He kned the girls could hardly say no, hardly flee... the terror he evoked was too strong... but many had tried. He looked forward to seeing how long it took, how many attempts it would take before she submitted to his venomous, torturous coitus.<br/><br/>He left her and headed to his office, where he remained for the remainder of the work day. He made a contract with a man, trading his soul to win the lottery, and a girl who simply wanted to not be pregnant. He dealt with wannabe jocks turned mvp's and musicians, of course, an old standby.<br/><br/>He eagerly watched the clock, awaiting seven p.m. and the flood of his followers leaving. He wondered if Gabriella would ask questions, see the purple gleam in his subjects eyes, hear the fear and loyalty in their voices... if his previous experiments would try and warn her fruitlessly... again. It didn't matter what she did... he'd have her, eventually.