Among multiple blinding lights, deafening music, screams and laughs of joy, you were by the bar counter waiting for your drink to arrive. Indeed,you decided to spend your night at the place that reassembled heaps of drunk souls. The club.Irritation crawled your body since the majority of the men couldn't stop but not bother you, especially after refusing their offers. You came to this place not to get intimate, but because your mind needed a break from your tiring life. It wasn't easy for you,the reality of this world had slapped you hard right in the face. And made sure you'd realize that life is not a happy fairy tale.

You let out a sigh of exhaustion leaning your body forward on the wooden counter. That's when you felt two large hands on each of your hips gently about to move you aside a little.You tensed for a fraction second before turning around to snap at the freak touching you.

'Get your hands-' Your voice disappeared when your eyes fell on the whisky-brown intense eyes staring down at you.

There was a large bulky tall masked man in front of you, still holding you firmly on place. Under his fierce concentrated gaze,you couldn't help but feel the need to obey his very order.

You couldn't see his face but you swear you could see how his eyes wrinkled almost as if he was smirking under that mask.

'Here alone?' He asks surprising you with the depth of his honeyed smooth voice.

'Why do you ask?' You replied with a small smirk.

'Promiscuous girl, I'm all alone and it's you that I want. You look you need company.' He speaks as he brought you closer almost pressing against his hard chest.

'I'm a big girl I can handle myself' Your replied shooting him a glare before you teased.

'But if I get lonely I might need your help.'

'Fuck I want you' He said in a whisper warm in the shell of your ear.

'So does everybody else' You muttered almost annoyed.

'Is that so my promiscuous girl? Yet you're still so lonely..' He responded his arm wrapping around your waist backing you untill you're pressed to the counter.