The moon has risen directly above the snow clad mountains, shining over the dark sky. It is flickering behind the clouds, a storm starting to swirl around the area. A cold wind is blowing by, making the lone man shiver. He is standing at the foot of the mountain, pacing back and forth.
“Where the hell is that woman?” Stefan snarls. He licks his tobacco stained lips in lust. His memories of the past few days are hazy. Ever since he lost Roseanne at the auction, he has been furious.
The days following the auction are a blur to him because he is obsessed with the thought of claiming that girl for himself. He wants to taste her soft, virgin body and torture her for his pleasure. Every time he is reminded of her, he goes into a daze and forgets about everything else to the point he does not even know what he is saying.
