The nearest seller of computers, smart phones and other electronics resided approximately fifteen minutes to the north in a little shopping mall. Her new bank card in hand, she bought a powerful computer, and took it back home.
Once back in the condo, she perused the magazine. One particular caught her eye almost immediately: a forum named The Washington Night Scene. The forum included the website. As she scanned through the various threads in the forum, one subject caught her attention The Art of the Chase. Immediately she typed out her first blog post in. The question in the forum was,
“What techniques do you use to meet someone?”
PoisonousPerri said:
I notice that a lot of you consider whether or not the person you meet likes, or even more pathetically, loves you. This is where you fail. Getting into a person’s good graces has nothing to do with how you feel. Attracting a person you are interested in is tantamount to persuasion. Let the object of your desire know that you are available to them. You must draw attention to yourself, and make yourself as attractive to them as is humanly possible. Also, be sure to consider the person as a prize to be won, prey to be devoured.
Mostly, remember it’s all a game to win. Develop your skills of attraction, and you will always get what you want.
The Metro train rattled along on the Red Line towards the Friendship Heights station, on her way to meet Roger. After transferring to the Red Line from the Green-Yellow line, Poisonous alighted in a car towards the back, where few humans were. Walking towards an empty seat, a familiar scent drifted into her nostrils. Possessing an uncanny ability to smell emotions, Poisonous sensed anger in the air. Following that unmistakable scent, she soon came upon a young girl, who looked to be in a hurry to get somewhere. Walking up to her, she sat in the seat next to her. “Excuse me, honey…you look like you’re trying to get somewhere—in a hurry.”
“Don’t bother me, lady. I’m in no mood.”
“I think you’re running away from something. Someone has upset you, and you want to get as far away from them as possible. Am I right?”
“How would you know? You don’t know me at all.”
It was time for introductions. “I’m Perri. What’s your name?”
A wary stare and a few moments later, the girl finally said, “Samantha.”
“Well, Samantha, if I told you I could take you far away from here, to a place where whoever made you angry—probably your overbearing parents—could no longer bother you, would you like that?”
First a puzzled look, then, “Where would you take me, and why? What do you care about me?” she asked with distrust behind her words.
“Well, let’s just say that I know how you feel. I’ve been rejected as well, and I have done very well for myself since then. I’ve learned to live life on my own terms: I call the shots, and I choose my destiny. Would you like to do the same?”
“I’d really like to get away from my parents. They think everything I do is wrong. They don’t like the kids I hang out with. They always criticize the way I dress, and lecture me about the fact that I like partying. I don’t think it’s so bad to have some fun. School is boring, and I want more out of life than just being like every other boring kid.”
“You’d like some adventure, right? Something completely wild and crazy, about which you don’t have to answer to anyone. What would you say to that?”
“Sounds fun. But where would we find that? Most places are pretty much the same. Small towns; big cities: they all have a bunch of rules and regulations that keep us from having fun. They call it wild and disorderly conduct. I just think it’s having fun, not having to follow the same rules as everyone else.”
“Listen, Samantha. I know just such a place. Follow me, and I’ll take you there.”
“But where are we going. The Red Line train only goes to Gaithersburg. What’s so interesting about that?”
Powerful suggestion shone into Samantha’s unwitting eyes. “Come with me, my dear, and you’ll soon find out.”
At the end of the line in the Shady Grove Station, Poisonous waited until all had left the car, then changed back to a demon. Wrapping her tentacles around Samantha, she flew up into the air, and headed for a place where some of her colleagues had a thriving business of making young girls and boys into sex slaves.
Alighting in a city in Texas where many runaways had unwittingly been taken advantage of, she landed at a very expensive hotel in the tonier part of town, where several of her fellow demons controlled the business at hand. She and Samantha landed in the lobby, where most of the who’s who of power brokers loitered. A demon of Violence, although not Anger and Murder, greeted her. Demons of Violence only liked perpetrating the ruin of human lives by self-destructive acts. Samantha was ripe for being a victim of the wiles of the demons.
“Vile Destruction! Good to see you again. How’s business?”
‘Poisonous! My evilness. It has been a while. What brings you to this part of the world?”
“I have here a young lady that wants to escape the restrictions of human morals. I think she would
