I skip effortlessly across the trees, humming softly as I flit as quietly as a shadow. My quarry runs below, gasping and panting as he tries to run. To be honest? I get a thrill from this part. I'd already made him paranoid by making noises outside his home, slipping in and moving things around, and a number of other little things. This morning, I showed up at his breakfast table and gave him a thirty second headstart. It's been ten minutes now, and he's slowing down finally.

I push a little harder to get ahead of him and drop out of the trees, spinning to face him as I touch down in his path. He shrieks in terror and, while skidding to a halt, falls backwards on his ass. I pounce on him, pinning him down with my weight and securing his wrists with enchanted braces that stick to the ground like a magnet.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, gasping and almost choking on his saliva. "Are you going to kill me? I'm just a poet!"

"You are," I nod, smiling. I calmly pull up his wet shirt, covering his face with it. I giggle as his body twists, struggling with the braces. I drop down on his belly, driving the air from his lungs and forcing him to stay still. "Unfortunately, your poetry is subversive and viewed as a threat." I make a gesture, causing my hands to charge with static electricity.

"Please don't kill me, I'll stop, I promise!!"

I laugh at his obvious lie and return one of my own. "My name is Hayashi Mika, and if you are a good enough fuck, maybe I'll let you live." I seize his nipples, giving them a sparking shock. He bucks, but I keep him pinned and start tugging his nipples. "Do you agree?"