First Time

The man locked the door to the room. As he got closer to the tied up woman crying on the floor, she looked up at him only to get a hard slap to the face. He hit her so hard her head bounced of the floor.

"Don't you fucking look at me. For over a year I've dealt with your kind. Junkies who will suck or fuck anything with a pulse to get your fix. Well, now its time for me to change all of it."

The woman had managed to get the gag out of her mouth and started to beg for her life. She sobbed uncontrollably, hoping he would show mercy. "I...I don't understand w-why you're-" But before she could finish, she was slapped back onto the floor, her blood staining the area of floor she was on.

Then he let out an evil laugh. His eyes were void of all emotions and he had a sadistic smile when he spoke his next words. "The only thing that you've done to be in this situation is simple. You knocked on the door and came inside.

"You see dear, I have been waiting for this moment since I first ran into you. All I had to do was keep you high out of your mind and earn a bit of trust before doing what I have planned for tonight."

At that, he lifted her face to be level with his, she looked at him with bloodshot eyes, begging for him to spare her. She started to cry more, but he wiped her eyes and with a smile said "I'll always remember my first time."

Before she could even process what was said, he grabbed her by the back of her head. He turned around so that they were in front of a large mirror. At that point, the desperate woman screamed for help, hoping the man who let her inside would come help, but it was all in vain. She was unconscious when her attacker sent the man out to do a cash grab from the dealers under his control.

"Don't worry, no body with bother us." Then, without warning, he pulled out a buck hunters knife and plunged the blade into her chest. The blade missed her heart, but punctured her lung filling it with blood. As he gently laid her on the floor, he took out an old Polaroid camera and took multiple photos of her until she finally stopped breathing and blood trickled down the side of her face.

"So, did it feel how you expected it to?" A low voice was heard behind the door to the room. When it opened, it was the man who let the now dead woman into the room. He had a broad smile on his face at the scene.

"It was everything you said it would be! The rush of adrenaline at the very start, the power of felt holding her life in my hands and once I watched thenlight in her eyes go out, I finally felt free of the bitch"

"Don't worry, once you are ready, I'll help you prepare the main attraction. She will suffer for all of her transgressions. But, you have a long way to go before that. Now that you've popped your cherry, its time to perfect your technique."

Thus begins the sinister story of Damon Lansky and his decent into darkness.