Untitled, as usual. Part 1 of this mess

Her robe blew wistfully in the chill night wind as she ever so cautiously tip-toed outside of the window. She looked down at the traffic moving on the streets and, sighing, inhaled the evening air. Her eyes moved across the great black canvas above her, filled with glittering stars and a great honey moon.

Tonight, she thought, tonight, I'll take my prize.

With a deep breath, she released her hand from the railing and let her body tumble down towards the street. The adrenaline pumped through her veins, filling her with euphoria. The robe flew from her body and she spread her arms, sprouting for herself a set of wings. Gracefully, she landed on her bare feet, what seemed miles from her starting place.

She looked around her, only to find silence and utter desolation. Broken glass lay scattered on the ground. Trash, old newspapers, and remainders of times forgotten all lay strewn before her feet. She closed her eyes and summoned a pair of shoes - black, peep-toe stilettos, with feathering just above the toe. She smiled, pleased with her plan to pack lightly, and proceeded forward across the train tracks.

Heat rose from the ground, and she could see smoke as she drew closer to the old factory before her.
"You're here, I can sense it. I feel you in my bones."
She pointed her foot just so and tapped her toe against the steel doorway of the building. With great caution, she eased the heavy door open, as not to stir a commotion. She peered inside and saw him, sitting in a recliner with his back to her and his feet propped up in front of a large fire. She smiled and stepped forward, reaching her hands out to grab him.

"I've been expecting you," he said, tapping his fingers on the arms of the chair. She paused, confused, to ponder his statement before advancing slowly.
"Ah, ah, ah!" he warned, "not so fast. I want to savour this long awaited moment in time. Maestro!"

He clapped his hands and a forboding string quartet began to play.
"I've always been the one to add those subtle undertones that really set the mood. Now, let's dance."

He swiveled quickly in his chair, a cheshire grin implanted on his face. His eyes fell upon her and soon, it dissipated.
"Well, hello, beautiful! Not exactly the company I was hoping for, but I'll never turn down a woman's warmth to get my fire going."
He smirked at his petty joke as he stood and threw another cannister of gasoline into the blazing flames.
"Ooh, toasty!" he warmed his hands and looked at her, hungrily,
"Now, how about that dance, baby doll? Perhaps a change in the soundtrack?" The music changed to a sultry jazz tune as his snapped his fingers, "the scenery?" he slicked back his hair and magically produced a bottle of champagne and a red rose, placing them before her, "the lighting?" he snatched another cannister of the gasoline and poured it in the shape of a heart on the floor, all the while, looking at her. He lit a match and tossed it to the gasoline.
"Impressive, huh?" he grinned and advanced to her, looking her over, thoroughly,
"Now, what's a good lookin' woman dressed like you doing here with me, hmm?"
He took hold of her wrist and stroked her skin with his gloved thumb, never breaking eye contact.
"Speak to me, I never like a mute one."

She smiled and licked her lips before speaking,
"I'm here for you."
"Well, now that we've established that...ten minutes ago, let's get down to the meat of things. What do you want with me? Are you here to supposedly capture me and cart me off somewhere? Is that your plan? I'm not a fan of plans, by the way. Too predictable!"
"I prefer a bit of spontaneity myself," she replied.
"Oooh! Clever one. So, what are you gonna throw at me, baby doll? Hit me with it. Let's go."

She did not move at first. Her heart raced with fear and exhilaration.
"Come on, lovely, a man like me's got plenty of business to tend to! I don't think you've got whatever it is in you."

She glared at him and pushed him away from her and against the closest wall. He growled and attempted to pounce back at her, reaching for his knife. She pushed him back again and applied pressure with her knee to hold him in place.
"You know," he began, "I'm starting to get a little bit annoyed with you, here. And I sure wouldn't want to mess up that pretty little face of yours. But, I gotta admit, you're leaving me with very few options, here."

He pushed her aside and onto the floor, freeing the knife from his pocket. She scrambled to get up, but he plummeted to the floor, straddling her.
"Give me a big, nice smile, baby doll." He held her firmly in place, preparing the knife by her cheek. She squirmed, fighting to get him off of her, but not truly desiring him to do so. It was, indeed, a game. He moved in closer and smelled her skin.
"Mmm....I'm really gonna hate to do this, but how else are you going to learn respect?" he grinned and grabbed her throat with his left hand, steadying her head as he got ready to plunge the knife through her skin. Just as he was about to strike, she broke his grip on her and pulled his face to hers, kissing him in a bruising manner. Shocked, he dropped his knife and pulled her closer to himself, returning her fire with more of his own. She shivered as she felt the heat of his body against her, and entwined her arms around his neck.

He pulled his lips away from hers for a moment to catch his breath,
"Full of surprises, aren't you?"
She smiled, devilishly and nodded,
"Oh, honey, you don't know the half of it."

She ran her fingers through his hair and pressed her lips to his again. As he reciprocated her actions, he felt cold metal snap around his wrist. He pulled away from her to find himself handcuffed to a piece of factory equipment.
"Now, that's really something, baby doll," he remarked, a blatent sneer on his face. She smiled with sweet disdain and kissed him again with twice the fervor.
"Oh, baby, we've only just begun."
She turned to the fire and with icy breath, blew out the flames, leaving them to play in the darkness.