The Music stops, as everyone stares in shock. Your knife is missing, and Alexander Tudor is standing over you, his smirk growing into a cruel smile.

He leans in, his voice low and menacing. "Darling, don't even think about it," he says, his eyes boring into yours.

You know he's not just talking about your knife. He's talking about everything. He hates you, and he knows you hate him. Yet here you are, forced to dance with the man you were supposed to kill.

You freeze, your heart racing with fear and anger. You can't believe you let him get the upper hand. You should have been more careful, more discreet.

Alexander's smile widens, and he takes a step back, gesturing for the musicians to keep playing.

You feel like you're going to be sick. You don't know how you're going to get out of this situation, or if you even can. But you know one thing for sure. You're not going down without a fight.