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This is my new favorite story, Powerless. The chapters may or may not be short, but hopefully they will at least be satisfying.

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Prologue: Nightly Wanderers

Blue eyes followed the raven-haired girl walking down the street. It was near midnight and the beauty, dressed up in a black V-neck top and tight, form-fitting jeans, had just left the Saxon-Hours show.

She was not the beauty; shewas his beauty.

Quietly he left the roof of the building he had been perching on and retreated down the steps of fire escape. His footsteps were soft and inaudible, just the way he liked them to be. When he reached the ground, a gravelly pavement, he slipped out from the alleyway and began to follow her home.

Winslow Apartments; her apartment complex. It was not overly fancy, but perfect for a girl such as herself – classy, but not innocent in any way. He knew she worked at as a counter girl at the nearby tattoo shop, Ink Perfection. She had no actual artistic talent, but art was not why he wanted her.

Her perky breasts, her curvy hips, her thin but pouty lips that make his member ache; they had been the initial attraction. After some well-timed eavesdropping, he had also found out that she was a virgin, her second most attractive feature. Lastly but most importantly came her personality; she was the submissive girl who still tried to have a mind of her own. She didn't like to follow orders, but he knew if she was successfully intimidated, she would be forced to listen to the person in charge.

He could be that person. He knew it, and that only made him want her more.

Following her to her apartment, he watched her enter her apartment. It was a one-bedroom on the first floor; 101A.

The girl looked tired as she opened the door to her apartment wearily. He hadn't watched her at the show, preferring to stay outside, waiting for her to leave. He assumed she would stay until the show was over and as he thought, she had. He was good at estimating his targets' habits. It was easy for him to see through the simplest action, of which his assumptions were almost always accurate.

He waited, sitting down at the apartment community's park bench until all the lights in her apartment were out before stealthily climbing up the steps to her apartment. He tried the doorknob – good, it was unlocked. Otherwise he would have had to use the copy of the key he had made. The community was gated so she probably didn't find a need to lock it...or she was just forgetful. Either way, she was playing straight into his hand.

He crept into the one-room apartment and found her in her bed, breathing even and rhythmic. Her thin layer of makeup was slightly smeared as she hadn't bothered to take it off before going to sleep. She groaned and rolled over.

Grinning, he watched her sleep. She was obviously dreaming about something, but what there was no telling yet. She often talked in her sleep, alluding to what she was dreaming.

When she tossed in her bed again, he noticed that she was completely topless and that her bare leg was sticking out from under the bed. Now this was something he hadn't seen before, but perhaps she was sleeping naked because she didn't want to dirty her silk pajamas but also wasn't up to taking a shower.

Suddenly she moaned again, thrusting her hips up into the air. He flinched, thinking maybe she would wake up. It wouldn't be hard to notice his silhouette against the window, so he stood to the side in the darkness of the wall. However, when she moaned softer the next time, he realized she was having a wet dream.

This excited him. She was quite obviously deeply asleep, as her the movement of her hips hadn't woken her up yet.

He quickly moved over to the bed as she made another thrust up into the air. He was ready to take her right then and there, except that it wasn't the most momentous time for his attack. As she moaned again, louder, his groin ached.

Gently he pulled back the covers and although she shivered in the temporary cold, he could see perspiration at the top of her forehead. Not only was she very asleep, but she was having an intense dream. It was so intense he almost wondered if it was fake or not – but she had no idea of his existence. Besides, if she was doing it on purpose, she would be touching herself as well.

He slickened his index finger with his saliva before leaning over her, ready to tenderly slide his finger into her virgin sex. He would be careful not to break her hymen, as that was for his member alone. He was afraid it might wake her up, but he highly doubted it.

Oh, how he longed to kiss her! But that would interfere with her erotic moans and would be much more likely to wake her up. He settled with toying with her clit for a second. She bucked her hips and sighed, but did not wake up.

In a quick movement he slid his finger inside of her. She moaned loudly, almost a scream, and began to grind her hips against his stationary finger. He was torn with want; could he get away with taking her right then and there? It was all he could think about, all he wanted.

She was very tight and he wondered if he was hurting her. He didn't care so much that he he was hurting her than if she woke up. She was going to have to be loosened up anyways, but that could wait until later.

He pulled out his fingers for a split second before plunging back in with two. She gasped but still did not wake up. He was impressed. This girl was an incredibly heavy sleeper.

As though she had never been violated this way before, she groaned and, grinding against his tapping fingers, began to orgasm. Her hands clenched the sheets and she let out gasp after gasp as her walls clenched around his two digits and wetted them with her juices.

Suddenly her eyes shot open, just as he was pulling his fingers out of her. In the moonlight he could her face; silver-green eyes wide with terror and the pale skin of her face stretched as she opened her mouth to scream.

Cursing, he hit her hard – but not too hard – on the temple and she gave a short cry out before falling unconscious from the impact. He checked her to make sure he hadn't broken the skin, for if he had, he would just have to take her now to avoid any kind of suspicion. He wasn't sure if she had seen his face, but if all went well, she would wake up with the memory of a bittersweet nightmare.

No, he hadn't broken the skin, although it would probably bruise slightly. Nonetheless, she could attribute that to hitting the bedside table – or whatever else she wanted to believe. He was safe. There was no need to worry about this little incident, except for the aching need in his groin.

He quickly left her apartment, making sure to close the door quietly. It was almost 3am and yet he was still feeling very energetic. Making his way down the same way he had followed her, he found his navy blue sports car right where he had left it. He got in, heading home to release the tense arousal in his body.

Then next morning, he followed the girl to her favorite Coffee Shop, the Blue Cat's Paws. She sat with her friend and mentioned the dream she'd had, looking rather shaken up. He sat two tables away...and was satisfied to hear her say,

"But it was all just a dream. I'm sure of it."

That's all for the prologue - but Chapter One is coming up soon. I hope you enjoyed - and don't hesitate to review! I love hearing from you!

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