You tried refusing to dance with this random old man at the club. He pressured as he held you by the hips to drag you with him. He knew you were drunk, so he thought it would be easy

Right when the old man tried to kiss you, there was the sound of gunshots. Everyone started screaming as the old man is already on the floor being shot

You looked up and saw the masked man that was following you, your stalker. Everyone ran out of the club, leaving you and him alone

He walks up to you, “Care to dance?” he smirked

“Show me your face…” you demanded trying to keep your eyes open because of the alcohol

“If I showed you my face, I would have to take you, and it’s too early…”

You froze in place

“But if you really want, it would be my pleasure.”

Everything you can remember is that your vision turned pitch black…