-Prologue-

He stood in the doorway, smiling in his mind. His guise was of anger, but inside he was thrilled. This was what he loved, the torture of his subjects. This was what he lived for, the pain that he himself could cause. The room smelled of sex, blood, and sorrow. If sorrow had a smell it smelled like this room. Not so much as a smell, as an overwhelming presence, like a shiver on the back of your neck where the hair stands on end.

A few feet across the cold, wet concrete laid his subject of glee for tonight. He was his twenties barely formed into a man. He would kill the subject tonight. Not with violence as you might think, but with brutal, pleasure reeking, bondage.

“Jack, please” The man moaned, coughing violently.

“Please what Dominic? Please have my way with you?”

“No” Dominic whispered.

“Yes” Jack hissed back.

He progressed forward, slowly, to add to the… foreplay. It was like a game, if the subject didn’t want him and he could force the subject too and in the end the same subject actually “wanted” him, he would win. And Jack Rose never, ever lost anything.

“I’ll tell you what Dominic, if you beg me to pleasure you I will set you free” He cocked his head to one side and smiled, showing his fangs for added effect.

“I…” Dominic thought hard for a moment.

He knew that Jack’s idea of pleasure was far from anything he had ever experienced. But he had heard it wasn’t so bad if you let him take you. If you just closed your eyes, inhaled his seductive scent, and let your mind flow away, you would not be afraid for your body. And if your mind was away, and your body got used to the pain, then the pleasure could fully “consume” you. Dominic had heard of men that had spoken slander about Jack. And when Jack got a hold of them, raped and ravaged their mind, body, and soul, and set them free again, those men would some how go back to Jack because they always fell “in love” with Jack.

“I…” Dominic stuttered.

“You what Dom? I can take you some place nice, some place where your low class won’t affect you, where people won’t look down upon you, much less abuse you, for being a peasant. Would you want that Dom?”

Dominic closed his eyes, in silent prayer.

“Yes, I would like that” He said, finally.

Jack walked to within inches of Dominic’s face, placed a cold, thin hand on his cheek, and kissed him. A warm kiss, with some sort of promise laced within it. Dominic slowly let himself fall into this man’s consuming kiss. It was like a fire was inside Dominic and then, with the silky kiss from Jack, it erupted into a raging forest fire. Dominic sank into Jack’s body, breaking the kiss and letting his head fall on Jack’s shoulder.

“Do you like?” Jack asked. Dominic only nodded, a small smile, that Jack could feel, spreading on his lips. “Good, tell me what you want for me to do.” Dominic looked up into Jack’s deep blue eyes.

Jack’ eyes swirled. Like a moving tunnel of sparkles. The blue was of the ocean, and at the core of his eye, just a dot in the middle of it all, was a black hole. And that hold seemed to grow and grow and consume Dominic in uncontrollable thoughts. Thoughts that he would have never imagined.

“Do this to me,” Dominic was referring to what Jack was making him see “Do what I see in your eyes” Jack smiled, wide and all fangs.

“What if I don’t?” Jack asked, teasing.

“Please, oh please” Dominic pleaded, his need true.

Jack nodded and went behind Dominic. He grabbed Dominic’s jaw and pulled it to the side. Placing his lips to Dominic’s neck, Jack licked and felt the pulse. He felt the life force, the food, the drive of everything, and the effervescence of the soul. Jack bit down, and drank. He drank like it was the first and the last time.
Dominic screamed, in pleasure, pain, lust, sorrow, and bliss.