As she entered the hotel's large ballroom, the guests turned around one by one. They stared at her, their eyes wide open. Some even had their mouths wide ajar. And she could well understand why. Because they saw her. A woman with an hourglass figure, two beautiful large breasts and a shapely bottom, wrapped in a breathtakingly beautiful dress with a deep V-neck. Her black hair was curled into an elegant updo and decorated with hairpins that sparkled with small diamonds. Her make-up is discreet. But her lips are blood red.

With each of her deliberate steps, she moved her sexy hips. A man in a black suit stepped in front of her and handed her a glass of champagne. She took it without thanking him, drank a sip and walked past the man without giving him a glance. And the man grinned as if he had won the jackpot in a casino.

She sat down at a table reserved in her name and snapped her fingers. Isko hurried over to her and handed her her clutch handbag. She took out a small mirror, looked at herself in it and smiled when she saw a man making his way to her table. It was the man she hoped to see that evening. He got down on one knee in front of her, kissed her hand and said, "My lady, it's nice to meet you." Then he sat down in the empty chair next to her.

"It's nice to meet you too." She replied and ate a grape in her carefully trained sexy way. The man couldn't take his eyes off her. She knew that he had already fallen for her and that she could now do whatever she wanted with him.

At the same time...

Zhan was sitting with his parents on the veranda of their country house. They were watching the sunset and Zhan and his mother were drinking a glass of red wine. "So Dad, Mom and I are drinking wine. And you with your beer have to step out of line again." Said Zhan.

"What's wrong with you, boy? I drink my beer from a wine glass. Just think of it as white wine." His dad replied in his usual deep voice and laughed.

"White wine with foam? Hardly Dad." Zhan said and laughed as well.

"And when is the concert?" Zhan's mom asked him.

"Next week on Friday. Admission starts at 7 PM. I can hardly wait."

"I'm sure you are. You've been talking about going to this idol's concert for two years now. I hope it will be worth it for you. Especially because the tickets are so expensive." Said his dad.

"My ticket wasn't that expensive. I only got a seat in one of the back rows. But that doesn't bother me. Because at least I managed to get a concert ticket. Just imagine, the concert was sold out within 33 seconds." Zhan explained.

"It was a minute and a half last time, wasn't it?" His mom asked.

"Mhm. Can you imagine, the demand for his concert tickets was so high that the site completely collapsed. So I was really, really lucky."

"I believe that straight away. And what about your work? Are you going to tell this woman that you won't be taking any more assignments from her?" His dad wanted to know.

"Yes, I will. Even though she pays me well, I think it's better if I tell her that she'll have to look for another graphic designer for further jobs. She's always been very nice and all. But I believe her assistant that she is dangerous. The way he said it, I can only believe him. And I think she did certain things to him."

"What do you mean by certain things?" His mom asked worriedly.

"Um, I think she forced him to have sex."

"What?" His mom and dad jumped up from their seats, startled.

"The way he expressed himself, I think that's what he was trying to tell me. And he means that she's after me now."

"You're not going to get involved with her! Well, luckily you're not into women anyway. But you'll still keep your purity, your innocence, until you find the right man!" Said his dad very seriously.

"Dad! I'm not a woman!"

"That doesn't matter. Once you've given your body away, your innocence is gone and you won't get it back! I don't want my beloved and precious son to give his virginity to some random guy. You need to save it for the right one."

"Yes dad."

"Zhan, your dad only means well. He's worried that you might give yourself away for the wrong guy." His mom intervened now.

"Don't worry about it, okay? I'm 26 years old and I've never even kissed anyone. I have no intention of getting involved with anyone I don't care about and who doesn't care about me."

"Good, that's settled then. Now let's get inside before the mosquitoes suck all the blood out of us." Said his dad. He hugged Zhan, kissed his forehead and put an arm around him. Then they went inside and sat down in front of the TV, where the game show his parents loved to watch was just starting.

In the ballroom...

"My lady, may I ask your name?" Asked the man in the black suit.

She smiled sheepishly and replied: "My name is Isis."

"Like the Greek goddess of love? Only with fair skin and no red hair?" The man asked in astonishment.

"Yes. My parents were archaeologists and particularly familiar with the Egyptian mythology of the gods. They were so fascinated by it all that they gave me this name when I was born. I sometimes think they lived in their own little fantasy world where these gods aren't just mythology." She explained. That was a lie, just like her name is a lie. No one knows her real name but her. She hasn't even told Isko. Yet she has been sleeping with him regularly for 12 years and has confided many other things to him that no one else knows about her.

"Well, Isis, I'm certainly pleased to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, James."

"Oh, you know who I am?"

"Who doesn't know that? After all, you're the host of this party."

"Well, no one knows but you."

"Because you don't like being in public and love your anonymous, secluded life."

"That's true. What else do you know about me?"

"You're James Abberline, 55 years old and divorced. Your wife cheated on you with another man and you divorced her. Since then, no other woman has been able to arouse your interest. You own a villa on the outskirts of the city. But mostly you live in a small house in the mountains that once belonged to your parents."

"How do you know all this? It's not as if this information is publicly available."

"We have mutual acquaintances." She lied. In truth, she had let a private detective follow him for a year. She wanted to know everything about him before she was ready to approach him.

"Then I must have very talkative acquaintances if they're sharing all this information with strangers."

"Are you angry with me now?"

"Not at all. I'm just wondering."

"Good, because I would be really deeply sad if you were angry with me now."

"No, my dear, I'm not angry with you. I just feel a little uncomfortable right now."

"Then you should get some fresh air." She said and smirked. The drug that she had slipped into his drink unnoticed by him was starting to take effect and now she had to hurry to get him outside, where her driver was already waiting for her in the car at a side exit.

"Yes, I think you're right." He replied, struggling to get up and leave.

"I'd better go with you." She said and led him out of the ballroom, then through the hotel lobby and to the side exit. They made it outside just as he passed out. Her driver put him in the car. "Isko where are you?" She asked her assistant, who looked around worriedly in all directions. "Stop looking so stupid and come on. There's no camera here." She scolded.

Isko went to the car, let her get in and then got in too. He looked at the unconscious man and wondered what she could be up to with him? This is not the first time she has drugged and kidnapped a man. But never before had she taken such a big risk as she did now. And Isko wondered if he was another man who would end up on the missing persons list and never reappear?

When they reached her secluded villa, she sent Isko upstairs to his room. "Isko, you don't need to come to me tonight. I'm busy." She said and waited until Isko had gone into the house. Then she instructed her driver to take the unconscious man downstairs to her "special" room. "After that, you may go. I won't need you anymore tonight." She said to her driver. He nodded, carried the man downstairs to the special room and left.

She went upstairs to her bedroom, slipped off her dress, took off her jewelry, undid her hair and went to take a shower. Then she tied her hair in a knot, put on her underwear and a disposable protective suit. She got a new pack of disposable gloves from her bathroom and went downstairs to her special room. A room that has only one purpose. Namely that of torture!

While the man slowly regained consciousness with a splitting headache, she put on two pairs of disposable gloves, put on a mouth and nose mask and gave the man a resounding slap in the face to wake him up properly. "There you go, then. You're finally awake." She said happily.

"What... what is this?" The man asked, tugging at the handcuffs securing him to a chair like those used by gynecologists. He looked around the room in panic.

She gave him another resounding slap in the face. "Hey, this is where the music plays! Look at me you asshole!"

"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?" He gasped.

"Why am I doing this? Do you know? I've been waiting a year for this opportunity. It was hard to find out where you live. But after that it was easy. I hired a private investigator who's been following you for a year and found out everything about you."

"Why?"

"Well, wait a minute. I'm about to explain it to you. So, you want to know why you're here?"

"Yes!"

"Good, you're here because you have what I want. And since I know you won't give it to me willingly, I'll help you with all my toys."

"What do you want? What do I have that you want?"

"Well, just everything. Your money, your real estates and your companies."

"You're crazy, you bitch!"

"I know. But unfortunately you realize that too late."

"I won't give you anything! No matter what you do to me."

"We'll see if you keep your word. I promise you, if you haven't signed over all your possessions to me by 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll let you go. But believe me, you won't last. Because my toys here are only made to hurt you. I have different pliers here. Some are good for pulling out your teeth. The others, well, I can use them to remove your fingernails cleanly. And I have sharp pliers with which I can cut off your limbs. A very bloody affair. But for this purpose, this room is completely tiled and has a sink. Oh, and the room is also soundproof. So you can scream as loud as you like. All I have to do afterwards is spray everything down with a water hose. And you see? I've already dressed appropriately. What else have we got here? A couple of scalpels. A bone saw. And these cute knives in different sizes. And I've got something here that I can really peel your eyes out with."

"You crazy bitch! Let me go."

"Let me think about it. Mhhh... no. Not in the mood. I want everything that's yours. And besides, I was really looking forward to this evening. I've cleaned my toys and sharpened my knives. It would be a shame if it was all for nothing. So, let's get started." She said, laughing and clapping her hands with glee.

James Abberline didn't even last an hour before he signed over all his possessions to her with only three fingers left on his right hand. Afterwards, he begged her to let him go. But she was far from finished. The night was still young and he still had so much body to torture!

In the countryside...

When Zhan stepped out of the house in the morning, the sun was shining. The sky was clear and the air was clean. The cat was playing with her kittens in front of the old well and his parents were waving to him from the chicken coop. Zhan went to them, hugged them both and helped them clean the chicken coop. After the work was done, he stretched and said happily, "A wonderful day." Then he accompanied his parents back to the house, where they ate breakfast together before Zhan made his way back home. For Zhan, the world was in perfect order that day.