She was however an exceptional beauty. Her emerald eyes seemedmysterious and wild. Her pale white skin was as white as a dove’s feather.Her ruby red lips caress your skin as she kisses your neck. It is also beenheard around that when she walks down the street all the lights flicker onand off. Truly magical. Unfortunately for Sylvia no such sightings havebeen recorded yet. As her slinky like body turned her wrist was caught bya man named Jack smack (his name was a joke shared among plenty) whowas very young (he had only turned 20 three weeks ago) but veryhandsome. The Sylvia of the men some would say. Hazel eyes stareddown at you with a soft expression as your heart starts to melt like butterin a pan. His sleek, brown hair tussled and turned in the wind. He was inperfect shape although he rarely went to the gym. Some would say hegets his workout in the bed department, as he played the characterCasanova, sleeping with up to 10 people at any one time. Too any man hewas known as there god, there hero, there model. Right now he glareddown at her. It showed in his eyes what he thought but to make it clearerhe spoke out loud.“Wow Sylvia I knew you were jealous of her but killing her now that wasout of line” A challenge had been made at hand, a challenge excepted.“My dear sir I am tired and if no one dare speak nor move then I shallleave!” Sylvia replied with just a little bit more than a hint of sarcasm inher voice. They stood close together and their eyes flickered at each othermeeting for a short moment before turning away. Sylvia licked her lips andthen shone him the brightest smile jack had ever seen before attemptinga second time to leave. Jack had watched this motion and decided to replywith a simple sentence.“I am also tired” the gorgeous gentlemen said with hesitation. He turnedsharply and made for the door into the next carriage. He had obviouslyfollowed Sylvia to her room as everyone knew his room was the other wayyet no person made a sound. A lady in her twenties stood up her cameraswinging around her neck. As sharply and as quickly as jack had down shetoo left the room. Not long after the sound of sobbing could be heard. Andfor the third time that evening silence haunted the middle room of themiddle carriage.
Chapter 2 – striking again under a fake moon
“Oh jack” Sylvia fluttered her eyelashes at him. She wore a skimpy nightgown in a sparkling violet color. It swayed side to side as jack unzippedthe back. The sound of unzipping was like music to jacks ears. Jack wasabout to embark on a dangerous mission. However the reward at the endwould be truly satisfying. He kissed her neck as he pulled down her gown.She in return un- buttoned his shirt. Meanwhile the carriage next doorlistened to the un-pleasant sounds of sobbing and love making. Everyoneleft in the middle room felt uneasy and unsure how to take the situation.As the night curled over most left and went to their own rooms. After awhile the whole train was quiet apart from the loud snoring and constanttussles and turns from people moving as they slept. One person howeverremained awake, staring up at the ceiling from the comfort of their bed.