When they want it done right, they call me in. Because they know I enjoy it. The drawn-out interrogation, syrupy with seduction, scary with intimidation, your fate lingering in the air like the smoke from my cigarette. As I draw from the long, thin, white cigarette, my lips wrap around and suck it in. Savoring every intake. Your arousal and your terror intertwine in an amusing rush of adrenaline and a delightful layer of shivers all over your skin. Quiver for me. Beg. I like to hear you beg. I like to mesmerize you, like a predator disorienting its prey before going in for the meal. Who knows? I could keep you here for days. Weeks. Or I could clean this up tonight and enjoy a nice, peaceful, guild-free slumber. And forget about you forever.