My True One

— Everyone out! When I opened my eyes, I saw how the crowd of men parted and respectfully bowed their heads. With confident, relaxed steps, a stranger in a black suit walked toward me. As if he were the Messiah himself!
— Mr. Bosworth—, my father appeared out of nowhere, as if from thin air. — this is my daughter Alexandra, and she only wanted…
— No, — a cold, steel-deep voice made me shiver, made me tremble. — She is mine.
— What did you say? — Dad panicked.
— Now she is mine, — the man said, pronouncing every word, delivering simple truths to my father without emotion. Bosworth’s hand gripped my father’s shoulder, and he roughly pushed him away. Nothing separated us now. Those piercing, black eyes—penetrating to the bones—slid over my body. Hungry, full of desire, with beastly impatience. He parted my lips and said my name as if he was tasting it on his tongue.
— My Alexandra..