Untitled in Dreams

I dreamt that there was a man- depraved in all sorts of ways- who stood idly in a busy, crowded place full of witches. Not the magical kind. The evil kind that use word-spells to control little children and other people unwary or unprotected. He stood there nonchalantly, almost bored, speaking with an older woman about where she sent her girls. Meaning, of course, those little children she stole in order to make slaves for her own pleasure or profit. Their relationship was one of not mere acquaintance, but nearly. She was a higher rank than him; he was a servant himself(as were they all) but his master was someone of more or less equal standing as the woman.
It was as this woman was droning about the merits and “virtues” of her favored school that this man saw a young woman wandering about whom he found to be utterly irresistible. He was, for that moment, totally lost in the deep sensual experience of heretofore unfamiliar urges of aggressive dominance and sadistic ideas. He was a boyish man, soft and sensual; clearly an underling, and not in any position to exert some masculine fantasy.
Nevertheless, after parting with the woman, who smirked knowingly, he stalked after the young woman.
I dreamt more in generalities after this initial scene. The main gist is that the man took her and tried to break her and train her to love him. There were, through some kind of black magic, many iterations wherein he tried again and again in a short of frenzied need to succeed in his goal. And he never could.
There was nothing at all he could ever do to make her love him.
Then, at the beginning again- at the scene where he was showing to the older witch about schools- he again relived the moment that the young woman walked into his preview and he again experienced the most exquisite urges- irresistible- and yet now full of helpless frenzy, knowing that absolutely nothing he did would change anything.
And he did something amazing- he had a dim recognition of the young woman’s individuality. She turned to look right at him just then, just as this dim recognition came over him, and smiled a radiant smile of love. Real love. And then she turned and he never saw her again.