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You are addicted to the hope I give you
The salvation every night

I can save you from the dark
From the emptiness
Don't you hear me tell you
I can make it okay?

Siren Sto ry

I know you're out there.
You read the words, didn't you? The words I sent through the air. The words I sent

across a thousand seas, to all the corners of the world, before they found you. You heard
my message and now you're here.
The music is so loud that my bones are vibrating to the regular beat - but I dance to
my own rhythm. And I dance for you. The lights are low and every corner is hidden in
shadow. Dozens of slavering, overly-confident men shout and try to grab my attention, but
they are shadowed by you. Holding back from the light and the noise and the bustle of
burly men trying to push themselves to the front and shove five pound notes inside my g-
string; just sitting there and watching in your tiny bubble of peace. You shine out like a
beacon of tarnished purity. No-one sees you shine but me. No-one knows you the way I do.
Not even you.
Because you don't even know why you're here. You don't remember reading my

message, or coming here, but you did what I knew you would. It could be mildly amusing if
you had any control over your actions, but you have no control. You are effectively
powerless tonight. I know you have questions that you dare not ask aloud.
Why this club? Why tonight? Why me?
Because I will it so.
You've taken a vow of abstinence; made a promise of fidelity. But we both know you
will break that vow tonight. You know it's wrong - you shouldn't, you mustn't. And yet...
you will. It cannot be helped - I have destined you to do this. That one moment of

weakness for you will be an eternity of glory for me. It's not your fault you obey me so
unquestioningly, you couldn't stop it if you tried. Just give yourself to me and-
-it will all be so easy.
You can't hide from me. The spotlight picks you out and there is no hiding. I can see
you watching me and you try to mask the hunger you feel at the sight of my unblemished,
gossamer-white skin and flowing blonde hair. I am everything you ever wanted, and you
crave my touch. You tell yourself you shouldn't want me, that it is a sin to yearn for