[ WP ] In the dead of night a young girl meets an intimidating man with severe scarring . After the confrontation the man is the one who is afraid .

I was stumbling out of the bar, trying to get my bearings when I saw her. 
 
 About 25, wearing all black with sheer stockings and heels. 
 
 `` Well, do n't you look like a big'ol drink of a man'', she said, parting iridescent painted lips over perfect teeth. 
 
 I was in shock. What, me? You have the whole world probably looking to get down your skirt, and you're talking to a big drunken giant like me? 
 
 `` Look lady, I do n't have any more money. I just spent it all in there. ``, jerking a thumb back, pointing at the bar. 
 
 She smiled again. Like it was the funniest joke in the world. 
 
 I started to get that cold feeling, the one where your subconscious mind is screaming `` GET OUT''. I calmed my nerves by lighting a cigarette, deep drag and exhale, plume of smoke covering the distance between us. 
 
 Besides, a nice looking girl in a black dress is n't the worst problem to have. 
 
 She closed the distance between us, and looked up into my eyes. 
 
 `` But I have something to show you.'' 
 
 `` I bet. How about this - I go where I'm going, and you go where you're going.'' 
 
 Another smile, but with no teeth. I think I pissed her off just then. 
 
 `` I think we'll be fine going the same direction, thanks. ``, she grabbed my hand, and that's when I felt it. That tiny scrape, like a razor when you accidentally push too hard while shaving, that sliver of momentary pain that says - you've been compromised. 
 
 I started to drool, and my legs were shaking. I could n't speak. But I kept walking anyway. 
 
 `` Lets talk a bit. I have a place that's close. ``, she leaned into me, arms rippling and producing small tentacles that wiggled under my skin. 
 
 `` Besides, eating you will take a while.'' 
 
 I opened my mouth, but I could n't scream.
