Five Nights At Freddy's Security Breach Dj Music Man Novels & Stories

"But this has to end here." Pushing and shoving past the couples and sweat slicked bodies, I finally managed to pull Devin with me to observe the young DJ with dyed green hair with purple tips. Well, at least, her was still sober. After tapping him, I managed to stop the music resulting in a round of groans from those who were grinding against each other. "Okay, everyone. Party's over!" I shouted with my hands cupped around my mouth. Another round of groans sounded after my announcement but within minutes, the longue was cleared except a few passed out bodies and the crushed cups on the floor.

With that there was silence between the four and this time it was agreed that it was now time to work. Cohen was still busy fingering his terrified victim, but he was losing patience. While the music was playing, the techno rhythms animated the people on the dance floor to move and led them into a forgotten trance, this peculiar spectacle was playing over their heads. Completely unnoticed. Nobody would come and save the blonde, nobody would even hear her scream. Dareon couldn't watch it much longer. Soon the point was reached where his collar burst. His hands twitched as if in confirmation. Christian put his arm around his shoulders. "Dude, your ears are smoking. Do you have a campfire somew

The other woman in black stood frozen in the corner, eyes on the floor. I swallowed hard. My voice came out shaky but I forced the words anyway. “You should at least play a song for me,” I said. “I can’t dance to nothing.” The big boss lady smiled. Slow. Like she found me amusing. She lifted one finger and signaled to one of the men by the door. He nodded quick and touched his earpiece. A second later the music changed. Deep bass rolled through the hidden speakers. The Weeknd. That song I always played in the shower when no one could see me. The one that made me feel sexy and free for three minutes.

His friend sits opposite while a girl twerk rides on his lap, both sweating profusely. Close To the DJ, 3_5 guys were involved with a girl I think could be 18, who cares though. One of the guys bends her over "Dave... ahhh" she moans loudly as he insert his erected cøck into her ass. It vibrated as he spanks it. My eyes narrowed to another side of the room. Two males were throat fncking life out of each other. I recognize one of them. I'd had a pretty rough night with him two months back.

Long enough for hope to bloom treacherous and bright in my chest. Then his phone buzzed again. **Blackstone Tower – Security Breach – Level 5 Access** Damien's mask slammed back into place. "Duty calls." He pressed a kiss to my knuckles for the cameras, always for the cameras and was gone. I stood alone at the center of the dance floor, the music swirling around me like a taunt. The whispers began before Damien had even cleared the ballroom doors. Trouble in paradise. Cold even to his pretty wife.

No amount of security was going to save them tonight. I stepped out first, adjusting my jacket as my fingers brushed over the handle of my knife. The music from inside was already pulsing through the walls, a heavy bass that rattled the pavement beneath my boots. A line of people wrapped around the entrance, dressed in their best, eager to throw their money into a business that was built on blood. They had no idea that tonight, the blood would be theirs.

She might not give herself to me but she was still mine. ——— We arrived at the club walking right in the front door as group of twenty men. Dennis' brother locked all the exits and now we had Joseph and his guards at our mercy. The entire place was highlighted in red with an industrial interior. Masses of people danced under the strobe light while electro music pumped out the DJ booth. My men and I pushed through the crowd and we headed to the black velvet curtain.

It was like a hotel room but larger. "How many fucking club do you own?" He asked. "A lot" he laughed. "Here's the clip boss" the manager said, showing Frederick. They watched as three men entered the club. They danced their way through and blended in. They were masked. They watched till two of them got drunk and the first one left. The second one was also drunk and he took off his mask. He started flirting with some other ladies, kissing them and touching them. The third one brought out his phone and started recording.

He asked, whispering into my ear because of the loud music. "Because I not only rejected your Alpha but also his pack," I replied, whispering in his ear. He looked at me in shock while I giggled and started shaking my body to Cheap Thrills by Sia. I wondered why I was feeling tipsy when I just had a virgin mojito. Soon, the song changed, and I smiled when DJ played it in my mind. I wrapped my arms around Ivano’s neck and leaned toward him, whispering in his ear,

Elena disappeared back into the crowd before I could complain further, and I was left alone to nurse the drink while I scrolled through my phone. Five minutes later, I finished it, ten minutes later, the room felt warmer and fifteen minutes later, the floor felt strangely soft beneath my feet, and my stomach dropped. Something wasn’t right. I hadn’t had nearly enough alcohol to feel like this. The light blurred, voices echoed, and my pulse hammered. A cold knot formed in my chest. Someone had fucking messed with my drink, and before panic could fully settle in, a loud cheer erupted from the centre of the room. “Truth or Dare!” I heard Elena yell out, and everyone yelled in excitement. Soon,