The Seductress

“Don’t be scared. I just need you to come with me for a minute,” were her last words to me, marking the prelude to the most frightening, yet exhilarating, moment of my life.

The detective stares at me for a moment. “Is this a habit of yours? Following captivating women with,“ he glances at his notes, “a wicked smile and demonic wings into dark alleyways?”

“She used me, OK?” I protest. “Once we were done, she evaporated into straight up fucking mist!”