* Madman's Wonderland *
*Prolog*

Light flashed through the darkness, like small flashes of lightning flashing through a cloud-covered sky, and bathed the girl in front of him in glistening, blinding white. She moved to the rhythm of the music that boomed from the loudspeakers next to him, and let her delicate fingers slide over her body, from the black short blouse, over her bare tanned belly, down to her equally black, tight-fitting trousers. Then she whirled around, let herself spin, her red hair turned with her, turned into a flaming wheel in the flashes of light and only increased his desire for her even more.
He let out a slow breath. His heart pounded the longer he looked at her. His mind was on the nice hours they could spend together. Oh, what he would do with her ...
He wanted her, needed her, or he wouldn't be able to think of anything but this girl. This girl with piercing green eyes and fiery hair, this witch disguised as a human being, she was so omnipresent, he had to have her.
He walked up to her hesitantly, and felt with every step closer that the excitement took hold of him more and more. He got hot, then suddenly froze. It was almost unbearable.
But it wasn't far. She was so close he could smell her lovely perfume. That sweetness of peach mixed with the bitter smell of her sweat drove him mad.
He stood before her trembling, he felt drained and weak. All he wanted was to touch her, hold her dancing, swirling angelic body in his arms, and never reveal it again. But he couldn't, couldn't, and the urge to own her grew.
Suddenly she turned to him.
A gentle smile graced her full lips, and there was a glow of need in her eyes. Her fingers ran over his chest, her body snuggled up against his, and he knew she wants him exactly how he wanted her all the time.
He closed his eyes, enjoyed her closeness, her groping hands, which came closer and closer to his pants. He enjoyed the kisses on his bare skin and her tender voluptuous voice that whispered in his ear how much she thirsted for him….
The song was nearing its end and was replaced by a newer, slower one. He was still standing at the boxes. He hadn't moved, but stared at the girl the whole time and let his thoughts run free.
But oh, how he longed for her, how he longed for that sinful Eve.
And he knew he would have her. She would surrender herself to him.
Like a willing sacrificial animal, she would spread out before him in all her nakedness, ready to go on living her life only at his grace.
She would do that because he wanted it that way ...

* Prologue end *

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