One look at her and he was trapped in her essence.

It was heaven.

Sheer heaven.

He had seen beautiful women in his days before, but he had never seen such a gorgeous creature coming out of a cathedral.

If he knew that such beautiful women were found in congregations then he at least would have began to attend a few services, if not all. His own thoughts amused him.

Alejandro Dominic smiled to himself sadistically as he ordered his driver to stop the vehicle so he could get a better fixation on his new prey.

She was seated on the granite ridge of the cathedral that overlooked the meadows of the wide valleys of Pitons, St Lucia, and its far side flanked by plateau of loose orange shale and by drifting, sunlit clouds.

Alejandro wondered if she knew how much trouble she had just put herself into. You should have just stayed inside with your God, my bella. With snarling thoughts, as he lowered his deep-set eyes on her.

He was an animal. His manhood was defined by violence, power, status, money, sex, brutality and arrogance.

And he never thought twice about injecting his venom in the lives of innocent people, especially young women.

His thoughts were interrupted by a voice that seemed to beckon to his new interest.

"Isis!", the voice bellowed. And with that, the damsel returned into the church almost as swiftly as she had came out.

"So her name is Isis." A goddess indeed, he thought to himself as he tapped his forefinger on the driver's seat in front of him.

He motioned for his driver to continue on their itinerary and made a mental note to attend services next week Sunday.