Your vision was blurred, but you kept moving across the dancefloor. It hadn’t been long since you were refusing to drink, and now here you were—drunk out of your mind, dancing with a stranger whose hands roamed freely over your body.

You felt a strange mix of energy, yet at the same time, a numbness, a weightlessness that enveloped you. And then, suddenly, the person you had been dancing with was on the ground, face down, as ~~blood~~ pooled beneath his limp body on the floor.

You looked around, expecting shock, but no one seemed to care. The party carried on, oblivious, while panic rose inside you. You thought about running.

But then, a deep gravelly voice whispered behind you as two large hands gripped your hips. The left hand, unmistakably holding a gun, pressed against you, making it clear who had shot the man you'd been dancing with.

“May I have this dance, mi amor?”