lunes, 23 de febrero de 2009
Damsel in Distress
The man was strange enough, she thought as she glanced at him trough her sun glasses; the type that surrenders to the most basic instincts only when their prey is completely helpless and there's no real danger of being exposed. It didn't matter what type, they always fell for it, the "Damsel in Distress" figure was as effective as it always had been; but in her case it had a purpose.
They all crumbled under the weight of opportunity. Principles, religion, morals; everything was forgotten as soon as they had a little taste. As she saw it, the only way of judging a man's character was to provide that thing that so rarely came along: The opportunity to yield to their deepest, darkest urges, the promise of impunity.
He had had impunity.
And she would make sure that it never happened again.