Two

I nudge the pervert behind me and scream my way out of his grasp.

I turn around to see the man from a few minutes earlier, the extremely intoxicated one who stopped me near the entrance, and he smiles.

"What the hell do you want?" My voice was more powerful than any scream.

 Looking around, I realize it's only the two of us outside, and if something bad happens, I'm on my own. 

I understand that I'm attractive, but please leave me alone.

"I want you. "Don't you understand?" He sneers at me.

"No… I don-

I stop talking. 

When you say no to men like this, they tend to get a little bit cranky, and then they get a little bit physical with you. Considering that my night has already gone poorly enough as it is, I bet he can do worse.

 So instead of trying to dissuade him from following me, I concoct another plan.

"You know what.?" I force a smile. 

"Why don't we go back inside" 

His mouth breaks into a broad grin, and he bobs his head back and forth so vigorously that it gave me the illusion that his head was about to fall off.

"Yeah?" he nods. 

"Yeah" I beam as I lead the way. 

I'm walking back into the clubhouse with the drunk man following behind me. I slowly elevate my hand, and as his eyes follow it, a smile slowly spreads across my face.

"The upstairs room is where all the action takes place, and the bathroom is just beyond that door. So why don't you go upstairs and wait while I get ready in the bathroom?"

There is a brief hesitation on his part.

"Really?" As he states. 

"Yes. I'll be there before you know it." I beam. 

Before breaking into a grin, he casts a peek toward the door that I had pointed out before as being the entrance to the restroom.

"Hurry up then." He adds, before making his way to the stairs. 

 "Sure thing," I say, nervously laughing as he walks away. 

It should come to no surprise that I pointed to the rear entrance, not the bathroom. He's either incredibly intoxicated or doesn't know where the bathroom is. Maybe.

  As I take wary steps to the back door, my gaze shifts from the back door to the man who won't stop staring at me as he makes his way to the room above.

  

He glances at me suspiciously, and my steps to the back door quicken.

  Alright, I'll just stay at the back of the clubhouse for a few minutes before walking back in and entering through the front door. Because the silly club's supposedly back door never leads to the front road.

  I exit the club and carefully close the door behind me.

I peer through the peephole, hoping to see something, like Mr. Drunk finally disappearing into the room I had arranged for him, but it was useless.

The peephole provided me with little more than a distorted image of the dimly lit club filled with a large number of intoxicated adults.

  I sigh into a crouch position and tap my feet in agitation. 

  It is that one bad habit my mom hates and never fails to correct me with a good yell whenever I go into it . 

  Good thing I moved out of her house, she yells about a lot of things. 

   Impatient, I decide to open the back door to have a better peep at my 'high end friend'. 

  But the sudden loud thud stops my hand from going any further. 

What the hell was that thud?

 My eyes dart to the right and I gasp as I realize that the tiny light above the club's entrance is the only source of illumination outside the building, and that stepping away from it will plunge you into complete darkness.

  My eyes shifts from the darkness to the door, and then back to the darkness. 

Maybe I should just go back inside. 

  My hand gives the doorknob a quick rub before turning it around in the hopes that the door will open. It makes sense that the door would open.

But why isn't it having any effect!

I scoff. 

Then try again. 

The door isn't opening! 

My eyes widen in shock and this time I'm pulling the knob with everything I got. 

   My head feels adrift and I feel my body shake as I stare at the knob in my hand. 

Shit! 

The knob just fuckin came off. 

  My body stopped moving as I began to hear another sound coming from the same place the thud came from. 

It sounded like something was being dragged on the floor. Something or someone. 

Shit. I really hope it's a 'something'. 

I take a look at the door in front of me and decide to relax.

Maybe it's probably someone taking out the trash.

My lower body is the first to move, propelling me forward into the darkness before my mind.

Shit! I have no idea what I'm doing, but I hope it's someone bringing out the trash and maybe I can ask him or her for assistance in getting back into the club. 

Taking several steps into the darkness and to what appears to be an alley, my eyes are plagued with the image of three men dragging up a body and attempting to fix it into a large bag.

I'm abruptly quiet, my body frozen, my eyes taking stray glances at the scene in front of me; I can make out only the silhouette of what was happening thanks to the bright moon that is obviously having a good time with the sky. 

 I'm not!  

 As I watch the horrific scene in front of me unable to move, I feel someone approach me. 

My body stiffen up, and I begin to mentally count the number of steps that lie in front of me.

All I could think about was that one question.

Is my life in danger? Or will my body end up in a bag as well?

 "And what is a lovely lady like you doing out here alone. It's past midnight, you know." 

 Behind me, a nasty, thick, deep, nerve-racking voice murmurs, and I quiver in horror. 

 As I take in my surroundings, my body gets ready to do what any rational person would do in this situation.

And in the blink of an eye, my feet touched the earth, and I burst into a sprint for the life I hold so dear.

   

   Escaping the scene appears to be a dream until someone grabs me by the waist, lifts me from the ground like a toy, and gently puts me over his shoulder.

What the hell? . 

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