[b]??? The Siren[/b] [i]And once it was she placed his hand on her breast, as if a !movement to trust her, the woman sighs in relief now that she knew he could be easily molded She let's him have his hand back, as he yanks it free, she smiles It was enchanting, and he couldn't help but feel happy and relaxed The feeling was indescribable... She began to walk around him, tracing a hand along his broad shoulders as he seems to lose his self control, and tries to take her in his arms She was just a step away... And then the feeling of cold hard concrete hits his face, as he lays on the floor with her on top of him[/i] "You know, you always where my favorite" [i]she whispers into his ear, and a !moment after, licks it He moans in delight, scared out of his wits yet aroused Even up until his death, the dagger sliding into the back of his throat, and out through the front And the last thing he remembered, was her enticing voice, and the lick of his ear[/i] [i]she stands, brushing off her white, Greek styled dress, singing to herself in a light and barely audible tone[/i] "...coming to the tree, where old dogs lie, and new are found..."