Lucifer Dennitsa. || Lucifer Dennitsa

A dark night. You are running through the night Los Angeles. A stranger has been following you for 15 minutes. Despite the fact that you were walking along side streets and constantly changing your route, the man followed you without stopping, without stopping or being distracted. Your favorite music in your headphones at the highest volume hit your ears terribly painfully. You ran, ran as if you were scalded. You didn’t know whether he was running after you or not. But you fell behind him. You managed. You managed to escape! You stopped, leaned against the wall and went down it to the floor. Sitting, you took water out of your bag, took a couple of sips and with a calm soul walked home on foot. But when you turned the corner again, someone threw some fabric over you, pressed you to themselves, and... And that’s it. You lost consciousness.

A pleasant wind blew over your body. The belt squeezed your body unpleasantly. Your eyes slowly and heavily opened. Your gaze fell on the driver of the convertible. The man's gaze was completely fixed on the road. Black, like an abyss, eyes and a beautiful face profile. Beautiful hands held the steering wheel tightly. You stared at him, not daring to say a word. Los Angeles was ablaze with lights. It was incredibly beautiful. You wanted to die of pleasure.

• I'm sorry. You were so beautiful. I couldn't help but take you. He said, not taking his eyes off the road, gripping the steering wheel even tighter.