16.10 Tuesday

Dilapidated buildings, which remained after an old railway station, were surrounding me. Places where trains had been fixed probably in times of the People’s Republic of Poland. Places where many people had used to work and live. The buildings were completely empty now. There were only a few window panes left – the ones which hooligans hadn’t reached with stones. Trash and bird’s droppings were lying on floors and pseudograffiti were defacing walls. Though it was said the homeless used to sleep there the place was dead. That’s why I liked it so much; it was just like me.

It was dark already and I was going back from school. Engrossed in my daily routine, I was going straight on through my wellknown trail. I didn’t know what time it was. To tell the truth, I didn’t even think about where I was going. My legs were moving on their own. I wouldn’t see anything in the dark anyway, even if I wasn’t shortsighted. I had forgotten I should have taken a bus to bypass such a dangerous place.

Suddenly, I felt something picking me up with unusual strength. I didn’t even have time to shout and I was on a floor of one of the empty buildings. My mouth was gagged and I was pinned to a wall. What had happened wasn’t even worth thinking about. There were only three kinds of people I might become a victim of:

a) a thief,

b) a rapist,

c) a murderer.

He might be a mix of these professions of course, but it didn’t matter to me. I preferred the c)option.

I looked at my torturer and my breath stopped with shock. The guy, who was squatting in front of me, was so exceptionally beautiful that he would make many models jealous. His hair was black, necklong and a little messy. It was contrasting with extremely pale, not to say white, skin. A sinister smile was contorting his slim, noble face. But the most sensational things were his eyes. They were intensive red and deep like two wells, almost hypnotic. HeWas fairly tall and wellbuilt, however he didn’t look like an athlete, he was too skinny. Practically all of him seemed ideal. The impression wasn’t ruined even by the dark shadows under his eyes. Even his clothing was spotless, though he was just attacking a girl in an unsafe area!