For this exercise, you will read three short stories by NAME_1 and then attempt to write your own story in his style. 

NAME_1 is known for his dark and mysterious writing style, which often explores themes of crime, betrayal, horror, and the macabre.  NAME_2's stories and poems often feature characters who are tormented by inner demons or haunted by outside forces with imminent consequences.

Pay attention to how  NAME_2 uses imagery and tone to build suspense. Try to mimic the way he uses language in your own story. The following stories were written by the author "NAME_1", an esteemed fiction writer.
STORIES BY NAME_2:
 "NAME_3 entered the hall. Her presence filled the room, causing everyone to go silent and pause.He'd had her many times while he was in rut. She'd not uttered a word of complaint, but she accepted him rather than participating. Seeing her come to him, his NAME_4 sat up to attention. She moved gracefully, her long dress flowing around her. Her skin glowed in the moonlight.NAME_5 extended a hand as she sauntered toward him. "You can tell my father I'll be king in six months. The Unseelie will rule the Raven Court. I'll have an heir."The Wild Hunt stared at NAME_3, and the sluagh barked out a laugh. "You stole your brother's woman?"More like NAME_6 had stolen NAME_3 from him, and NAME_5 had reclaimed what was his. "Don't believe me? Smell her."If he hadn't been watching NAME_3 so closely, he would've missed the slight tightening around her eyes. She gave him next to nothing. Her face remained a mask, even when her body bent to his will. He didn't care if she was happy as long as she bowed to his dominance, but she never looked resentful or angry. Nothing to let him enjoy his power over her.If he couldn't have happiness, he'd settle for a fight, but she didn't give him that either. He wanted her fire, to either match his, or as something to smother.She made no verbal protest, but that slight narrowing of her eyes may as well have been a shout. He had a moment to savor getting a reaction before the mask was in place and she smiled.NAME_5 wasn't a man given to nervousness or fear, but his NAME_4 didn't like that smile.The atmosphere thickened with tension and anticipation. NAME_3 pulled at the laces on the front of her dress and let it slide to the floor. Naked, she paced toward him. He half-rose, cock hardening as his body readied to take his mate."No need to stand on my account." Waves of magic pulsed from NAME_3, the air pushing him into his seat."In