Demons. What do we know about them? Where are they? What do they do? From ancient times, people say that they are the personification of all things sinful. So, what is sin? Greed? Jealousy? Lust?

The hall I was attending the current lecture in was huge, could accommodate about 1000 students and the audience for this particular session was actually overflowing the capacity. Reason? That person, Evan Greyson. Oh, that person is the current CEO of the international company Greyson Groups. And what did that company do? Commercialize almost everything! His company found a terrific boom in the stock market once he took charge. It's no denial that he had the skill and that brings him here to my business school to give a special week long lecture. Today was his last class. But, his managerial prowess is not the only thing that drew so many people, especially the girls.

I looked back at the annoyingly handsome man for the nth time that day. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, blue blazer, a beautifully patterned tie with navy blue pants. His appearance was very formal with the polished brown pair of shoes he was wearing. His gentleman appearance made smirk. Because, she knew.

He was writing on the white board and as I saw his lithe hands move, the image of those very same hands coming down on my ass and the same smooth palm connecting with my ass in a loud slap, attacked my conscience out of nowhere. More memories of his shirt hands folded at halfway, his fingertips caressing over my belly button and his fingers... as they clasped around my throat, jumped randomly into vision and a small gasp escaped from my lips.

As if I spelled out his name, Evan turned to my side and I knew as our eyes connected. I smiled with the intention of seducing him and even though, the flow of his words did not stop, I could notice a glint in his eyes. He stopped, looked at his watch, thanked everyone and before he exited, he smirked that evil grin directly at me when he was stopped by a small group of girls, fan girls. But his gaze never left me.

I could feel the chaos along with the tension in the room. I could feel several men watching me as I stood up and I could see almost every girl looking Evan's way. But he had only eyes for me and mine were apparently glued to him. We ignored the entire crowd of people trying to leave the hall through the two exits. The sounds became distant as the peripheral vision blurred. I could already feel his tie loosening under my fingers and his hands under my skirt.

Oh and it did happen, a few hours later and the tie turned into a blindfold...