Chapter One.

AN: Hello beautiful people. I've decided to rewrite this entire story and make each chapter a little longer and more detail since I'm a little more confident with my writing ability now. I've been very busy with college and everything, but I apologize. I'm going to try my best to update weekly and just hope that you guys will be patient with me. I'm sorry that I haven't uploaded the new chapter yet, but I just wanted to get this out so long. Your support means the world to me. Reviews keep me going and motivates me so much. Much love to you all.

Shannon is sitting in the living room of her friend's apartment when the front door suddenly bursts open, causing her to jolt up from her seat. Jennifer doesn't even acknowledge Shannon as she sprints through the apartment, straight towards her bedroom.

"Get dressed, we're going out!" Jennifer yells from inside her room.

Shannon strolls to where Jennifer is and leans against the doorframe, watching her friend rummage through her closet and throwing all her clothes around, making them scatter all over the floor.

"What's the occasion?" Shannon asks curiously.

Jennifer turns to face her friend with a huge smile plastered on her face. "I got the promotion!" She exclaims excitedly.

Shannon's eyes instantly widens and her brows shoot up. "What!?" She exclaims while hurrying towards Jennifer, throwing her arms around the blonde and hugging her. "Jen, that's amazing! I'm so freaking proud of you!" She says sincerely.

Jennifer giggles as she embraces Shannon back just as tightly. "Get dressed." She reiterates. "We're going clubbing tonight."

Instantaneously Shannon lets go of her very blonde friend and pushes her aside slightly, her one brow raised and her nose crinkled. "Yeah, how about no."

Jennifer's jaw drops and her brows knit together. "Why not?" She demands.

"You know clubs aren't my thing." Shannon reminds her, shaking her head as she speaks.

"Oh, come on, Shan! Don't do this. You've never even been to a club." Jennifer protests.

"Yeah, and I can already tell I won't like it." Shannon says matter-of-factly.

"How do you know you won't like it if you've never tried?" Jennifer asks.

"Firstly, I don't drink. Secondly, I can't stand drunk people." Shannon answers back.

"You don't have to drink! We can just go and enjoy the music." She insists.

"I can enjoy music here at home." Shannon says before turning on her heel, walking out of Jennifer's room and into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. Jennifer following swiftly behind.

"You won't know unless you try, Shan. Please." She begs.

Shannon doesn't answer; she just takes sips of her water and tries her best to ignore her friend in the process.

Jennifer makes a whining noise and walks over to Shannon, dropping to her knees and grabbing hold of Shannon's legs. "Please. Please. Please. Please." Jennifer chants with her lip pouting.

This is something Jennifer always does and it drives Shannon absolutely insane. Jennifer knows all too well that her friend can never say no to anyone, especially not to her. A little pouty lip here, a little begging there and Shannon would be putty in her hands.

As Shannon looks down upon her friend situated on the floor, her eyes gleaming with hope, she can't help but wonder: Maybe Jennifer is right…She has to try something at least once in her life.

Shannon lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine."

"YES!" Jennifer exclaims, jumping to her feet and hugging her friend for a quick second before abruptly letting go, running to her room. "Get ready, we're leaving at 8!" She yells over her shoulder before slamming the door shut.

Shannon sighs deeply again while grabbing her phone from the counter next to her. She checks the time and sees that it's already seven. With not much time left to get ready, she places her phone back on the counter and walks to her bedroom with heavy feet since she truly didn't want to go, but sadly she already agreed. It would be mean of her to go back on her word after selling her soul to the blonde devil that is Jennifer.

Shannon enters her bedroom and walks straight to her dresser to find something to wear. She pulls the drawers open and rummages through everything before growling out irritably as realization sets in. Who is she kidding? She doesn't have anything fitting to wear to a club. She has personally seen what her friends wore to clubs back home since they would call her in the middle of the night and beg her to come pick them up from God knows where because they were too drunk to drive. Their outfits were mostly very revealing- or, in Shannon's opinion, had an illegal amount of sparkles narrows Shannon's options to basically zero since she owns nothing like that. Her outfits were all mostly bohemian chic. She wasn't called a hippy in her circle of friends for nothing.

With an irritable growl, she shoves the drawers shut, stands to her feet and plops herself on her bed before yelling out for Jennifer. It doesn't take long for her bedroom door to be pushed open.

"What's the matter?" Jenifer asks, finding her friend lying face down on the bed.

"I don't have anything to wear." Shannon mumbles out, even though the bedding muffles half of the sound.

"You can always borrow something from me." Jennifer smiles sweetly.

Shannon narrows her eyes at Jennifer. "Your stuff won't fit me. My ass is twice the size of yours. And let's not even get started with these things." She points to her boobs.

"Oh, please, you have amazing boobs. Need I remind you how many guys were after you back home?" Shannon doesn't say anything. "If only you would finally meet a guy that you actually like. He won't hesitate to show you just how much he likes them indeed." Jennifer says before winking.

"Oh my Gosh, just stop!" Shannon laughs.

Jennifer leaves Shannon's room laughing and returns a few moments later with a white piece of material draped over her shoulder and a pair of gorgeous, shiny silver heels in her hand before throwing them on the bed next to her friend. Shannon sits up and grabs the dress, splaying it open before herself on the flat surface of the mattress. Her brows shoot up. "There is no way I'm wearing this!"

"What's wrong with it?" Jennifer asks confused.

"Well, the fact that most of fabric of the dress is missing!" She exclaims, making Jennifer laugh.

"It's a sexy dress, Shan." Jennifer smirks.

"Oh, no doubt." Shannon says sarcastically, tossing it to the side of the bed.

"Come on…" Jennifer whines out as she steps towards the bed and plops down. "You always wear some sort of a bohemian inspired look. Don't get me wrong, you always look good, but-" She runs her fingers over the dress. "When do you ever get to dress up like this and show off your assets?"

That's true. When does she ever get the chance to dress up and look sexy for herself? So why not? She deserves to look gorgeous, even just for one night.

She swiftly jumps off the bed, grabs hold of the dress and stalks to the bathroom to get ready. After setting the dress aside, turning on the water to the shower and jumping in herself, she wets her hair and grabs the vanilla scented shampoo, allowing the sweet smell to fill her senses as she massages her scalp with the golden liquid. She rinses her hair and applies the conditioner, allowing it to sit while using her purple loofa that is saturated with sweet smelling soap, scrubbing away at her skin before rinsing again.

She turns off the water and reaches for the fuzzy white towel draped over the basin before drying herself completely. She rips the shower curtain to the side, steps out of the tub and wraps the towel around her wet strands before retrieving the tub of coco butter cream, applying a layer of it all over her body.

After beautifying herself, Shannon looks herself over in the mirror.

Her long, dark brown hair is flowing over her shoulders and back in soft, loose curls. She kept her makeup natural looking, opting for soft-brown eyeshadow, peachy cheeks and nude lip-gloss glistening on her plump lips. Her dark brown eyes look black thanks to the winged eyeliner painted on her upper eyelid. The silver pumps are elongating her defined legs and making them look even sexier. The pure white dress fits her body like a glove, showing off her figure perfectly. It comes down to a few inches above her knee, but the real drama is at the top. Her arms are bare and so is her entire back. The front of the dress is mostly non-existent. The V-line in front goes down until her mid-torso, exposing all of her cleavage and some of her flat stomach. She strokes the material over her abdomen in admiration. Jennifer is right, it's a sexy dress, but Shannon can't help but think that maybe it's a little too sexy…

She walks over to her dresser and spurts some delicious smelling perfume on her neck before emerging from her bedroom. She makes her way towards the living room, her heels making 'click-click' noises with every step as they hit the hardwood floors, announcing her arrival to Jennifer who is sitting on the sofa, browsing through her Cosmopolitan magazine.

"Do I look okay?" Shannon asks, feeling a little bit uncomfortable in her attire.

Jennifer tosses the magazine on the couch beside her and averts her gaze up at Shannon. Her breath hitches at back of her throat.

"Shannon!" She exclaims, looking her brunette friend over from head to toe. "You look so sexy!"

"You sure it's not too much?" Shannon asks nervously.

"That's the point! All eyes are gonna be on you." Jennifer smirks.

"That's not helping…"

"You seriously need to get over your shyness." Jennifer chuckles before grabbing her keys in hand. "You ready to go?"

Shannon nod's her head.

XXX

From inside the safe confines of the car, the music blasting from the club could still be heard clearly. As soon as Jennifer brings her car to a stop, she jumps out, but Shannon on the other hand refuses to move. She remains seated and glances out of the window, studying her surroundings. Her eyes set on a huge illuminating sign right above the entrance shining an odd name in brilliant purple and green...King Of Hearts.

So lost in her fascination of the sign, she gets a little fright when Jennifer's face suddenly presses against the outside of the window.

"Come on already!" Jennifer yells, but Shannon still doesn't move a muscle.

Jennifer notices her friend's hesitation and rips the door open.

Shannon looks down at her outfit of choice and dread fills her. "I've changed my mind." She says nervously.

"Hell no!" Jennifer grabs Shannon's right arm and pulls her out of the car.

Once outside in the open, Shannon pulls at her dress. Hoping to God this little act will magically make her dress grow longer, even if it is just by an inch more.

"You look hot as fuck, Shan. Don't worry so much." Jennifer tries to assure her.

"That's the point. It's so provocative." Shannon pulls at the hem of the dress once more.

Jennifer laughs and drags her friend inside the club. "You never know who you will be running into. You could meet your soul mate or something."

Shannon raises her brow. "In a club? Dressed like this?" She scoffs. "Yeah, right. I'm probably going to be mistaken for a stripper or something." She says irritably.

Stepping inside the club, Shannon can't help but feel a little anxious as she studies her surroundings. There's a huge dancefloor packed with people, booth sections all around the floor and girls in glass boxes, keeping very little to the imagination, swaying their hips sexily to the rhythm of the music. There's so much happening, so much for her to observe, but that doesn't inhibit her from noticing a golden staircase leading to an upper level that looks over the entire club.

"Why don't you go find us a booth and I'll get us a drink." Jennifer proposes.

Shannon nods her head and walks through the sea of people, but she can't help but feel out of place in here. She swallows hard and lift her head up high, repeating one of her favourite quotes over and over in her head while strutting through the crowd. 'Fake it 'til you make it.'

Nearing the seats, she picks a booth against the wall that has the whole dance floor in view. She places her purse on the table and sits down. Not long after, Jennifer returns with the drinks and sets them on the table along with a bottle of water. She plops herself down adjacent from Shannon, pushing a glass of blue liquid her way. "I got you a drink as well, if you want to try." She winks.

"No thanks." Shannon smiles and grabs the bottle of water.

"I won't drink too much tonight. Just one or two drinks." Jennifer promises.

"Yeah, right." Shannon mumbles to herself, too soft for Jennifer to hear over the blasting music.

XXX

Standing on the balcony and leaning over the railing, Joker looks down upon his kingdom. He wouldn't confidently say that the people who attend his club are naturally the good kind of people, but he never really cared. This was his play area, these were his people and they come here to see him, to admire him but most importantly to worship him, the clown prince of crime himself. No one would dare to disrespect him, they play by his rules and his rules alone.

Needless to say, nothing goes unnoticed by him inside his castle, so when an intriguing individual catches his eye, he becomes curious. He doesn't normally indulge in simple human urges, finding it beneath him, but he can't deny the fact that he finds her absolutely beautiful. He watches her every move, noticing how she studies the people around her, looking like a fish out of water, slowly sipping on her water while engaging in a conversation with a blonde girl, but what seems to bother him most is that she doesn't seem to be enjoying herself in his club. That just won't do. He finds himself growing fascinated by her actions. How odd, a goddess of sorts with a pornstar body, drinking water in a club.

"Frost." Joker calls out in his deep voice to his right hand man.

Frost immediately steps forward and awaits his order.

"Do you know who that is?" Joker cocks his head to the side, glaring at the brunette.

Frost steps closer to get a better look, Joker's indication unclear. "Who exactly are you referring to, boss?"

Wordlessly Joker lifts his right hand and lazily points towards the booth the girls are at.

Frost studies the girls for a moment before answering. "I've seen the blonde girl in the black dress numerous times here before, boss." He says as he refers to Jennifer.

"And the other one?" Joker scowls

"No clue." Frost says honestly.

Joker growl out irritably. "I want you to get rid of the blonde."

"You mean...kill her?" Frost asks confused. What could that girl possibly have done to Joker? She's never been a hassle at the club before...

Joker thinks silently to himself.

He knows for sure that girl wouldn't be too pleased with him if he executed her dear friend, no indeed she wouldn't, and he does want to gain her trust after all. For what reason he is not too sure, but the urge to have her near is becoming too overpowering.

"No, just get the blonde out of the way for the rest of the night and then bring the other one up here to me." Joker says, not once averting his gaze from her.

"How exactly do you expect me to get her out of the way, boss?"

Joker slowly turns to face Frost, his lips drew back in a snarl. "Get one of the goons to chat her up-" Joker steps closer. "Intoxicate her, take her home and fuck her for all I care!" Joker barks out.

Frost swallows hard. He should know better than asking the boss stupid questions. "Yes, Sir."

XXX

Not even two hours later, Jennifer is already wasted off her ass and grinding against some guy on the dancefloor that has been supplying her with endless drinks this entire night so far, leaving Shannon alone at the booth while she nurses her drink of water.

Bored out of her mind, Shannon reaches for her purse and grabs hold of her phone, unlocking it and scrolling through her contacts until she finds the right one ; Daniel.

Hey, Dan. You busy?

She presses send and hopes to God that Daniel will respond quickly and put her out of her misery. Sure, she hasn't known him all that long, but He never fails to amuse her and he's always able to put a smile on her face. That's why she considers him her best guy friend, of course, him being gay didn't hurt matters much either. She's always wanted to have a gay friend and was very happy when she got to meet him a few weeks ago at Jennifer's work function party. There was no awkwardness between them, she could be herself around him.

"Boss wants to see you." A deep voice breaks through the air.

Shannon looks up at the big chunk of man standing right next to her and furrows her brows in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"Come with me." He orders.

"Listen, I think you ha-" She starts to speak, she desperately wanted to tell him he has the wrong person, but he interrupts her by grabbing hold of her upper arm rather forcefully and dragging her out of the booth.

"Come with me to see the boss or I will make you." He threatens.

Shannon's forehead creases and her mouth falls open. Her inner self is screaming at her to give this man a piece of her mind, but another part, the smart part, is telling her to do as he instructs and avoid any way of getting hurt. She calmly removes her arm from his grasp and nods her head at him. She reaches for her phone and tosses it in her purse before following his lead.

As He guides her towards the golden stairs she noticed earlier, he abruptly stops dead in his tracks and indicates for her to go first, just in case she tries to make a run for it. Shannon swallows hard and starts to ascend the stairs with wobbly legs, the view of the top floor becoming more visible with every tread.

Once on the landing, she peers down the side and just as expected, she has a full view of the club down below. She hastily tries to search for Jennifer through the crowd of people, but to no avail. All she can do now is hope and pray Jennifer notices her absence.

Shannon looks around the area with every slow step she takes, trying to study her surroundings but the dim lighting makes it a struggle. She stops in her tracks when she catches a glimpse of a dark silhouette leaning over the railing a few meters away. The big guy behind her shoves her forward, his demand clear without voicing it… 'Move'

Shannon swallows the lump in her throat with difficulty before slowly walking towards the silhouette, her heart racing as her vision becomes clearer with each cautious tread she takes. She feels a cold rush sweep over her as she catches sight of the one who demanded to see her.

The joker…

Shannon stands behind him for what feels like minutes, hours even, studying the back of his body since he has yet to acknowledge her.

"Leave." his voice breaks the silence in a low yet demanding tone.

For a second Shannon thinks he's talking to her, she almost felt the urge to turn on her heel and make a run for it, but a ruffling sound behind her catches her attention and she glances over her shoulder, noticing the other man walking towards the stairs and finally out of sight. Shannon feels her heartrate escalating to a dangerous rate. She can think of nothing worse or more worrisome than being alone with the madman himself.

Joker finally turns to face her, his face expressionless. He's wearing a white button-up shirt that ironically enough has most of his tattooed covered chest exposed for all to see. A pair of black dress pants that seems as if they were specially tailored for his body. Shannon finally notices that even in person his skin is in fact ivory white, but out of all the things catching her attention, it's the bright green hair that demands it all.

Joker closes the gap between them and walks slow and deliberate circles around her, staring Shannon down as if he's trying to size her up. Shannon nervously bites her lip, refusing to make eye contact causing Joker to smirks to himself. Oh how he loves intimidation. He circles around her one more time before treading towards the sofa situated beside them, finally taking a seat. Shannon on the other hand remains in her original spot, refusing to move a muscle, too scared to do anything.

He pats the seat beside him. "Sit." He commands.

Shannon takes a deep breath to calm some of her raging nerves before slowly and gingerly making her way over to him and taking a seat beside him, making sure to keep an ample distance between the two. Joker studies her every move and snickers as he realizes what she's trying to accomplish.

"Come closer, kitty cat. I won't pounce….Yet." He emphasizes the last letter as he says it.

Shannon feels the heat rise in her face. She can't bring her body to move even if she wanted to. She stares down at the ground and bites her lip nervously once more.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Shannon." She whispers out barely audible.

"Where are you from, Shannon?"

"South Africa." She mutters out, refusing to make eye contact.

His brow raises. "What are you doing in Gotham, Shannon? Sure are a far way from home."

The way he says her name makes her heart leap and her stomach twist in some weird way.

"I'm staying with my friend for a while." Her voice still the same tone.

"The blonde girl?"

Shannon doesn't answer, she just nods her head slightly.

"Why did you leave home, Shannon?" He presses on.

Just thinking about it makes her heart break into a million pieces. She feels the lump in her throat form and tries to swallow it away but to no avail. She continues looking down at her heels, refusing to make eye contact.

Joker senses her hesitation towards the subject and smirks to himself.

"Sensitive subject, huh?"

Shannon remains quiet.

"Look at me." He demands, his tone giving her a fright.

Shannon lifts her head slowly and looks him in the eye, Fear evident on her face.

"Do you know who I am?" He cocks his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I've heard of you." She says softly.

"Say my name." He smirks at her.

"Mr. Joker." She says softly.

Joker starts to chuckle. He places his grinning tattooed hand upon his own grinning lips and chuckles louder. His chuckle leads to him throwing his head back and full out laugh. That infamous laugh… It sends a chill down Shannon's spine.

"That's right, baby." He looks very pleased with himself.

Shannon can't help but feel incredibly nervous around him. She tries to memorize her whole night's events since the moment she stepped foot into the club. Thinking that she may have done something unintentionally to offend him, but she couldn't recall any wrong doing on her part. So why is she here with him? She just has to know…

"Mr. Joker…If I've done something to make you mad, I'm really sorry." She says softly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Why would you think that, sweets?" He looks at her mockingly.

"Why else would I be here?" She looks at him with pleading eyes.

"I just wanted to get to know you. No harm in that." He grins at her, bearing his silver teeth. Shannon swallows hard at the sight. "You didn't look like you were enjoying yourself all too much down there, Doll face." Joker says as he pouts his lips, reaching to move a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Shannon feels her face heat up from the intimacy.

"This place is my pride and joy, you know? I don't like seeing people not enjoy themselves." He moves even closer to her, his face so close to her own. "Is it so bad here?" He asks curiously before leaning even loser, pressing his nose against her pulse, inhaling her scent, a sweet scent he finds absolutely, gloriously intoxicating.

Shannon's face turns even more crimson and her breath hitches. She's never been in a situation where a guy is in a proximity this close to her, this intimate. On top of that, it's not just any guy, it just so happens to be The Joker…

"Not at all, Mr. Joker." She tries to assure him before he gets offended. "I'm just not used to places like these. That's all."

Joker doesn't say anything in return. He lifts his head backwards just enough to look into her eyes, a smirk plastered on his beautiful face, making Shannon utterly nervous and anxious.

Joker feels her nervousness radiating straight through her. In all honesty, he marvels the thought of her being anxious around him. Oh, what a sweet thing she is.

"Mr. Joker…" She breathes out. "I really should get going. My friend is probably getting worried down there and s-" She rambles on, but gets cut off mid-sentence by Joker laughing at her feeble excuse.

"She already left with my good friend, Derek." He says amused. "That leaves you here with me." He raises his right hand and strokes her neck softly, his thumb caressing over her pulse, feeling her heart pounding away.

Joker's warm hands on her skin causes her to involuntarily shiver. She can't quite understand if it's a positive or negative reaction to his touch so she just abruptly stands to her feet, causing Joker's hand to fall from her warm, smooth skin. "I really should be getting home, Mr. Joker." She insisted.

Joker lets out a low growl as he stands up from the couch. It was barely audible, but Shannon heard it very clearly. He absolutely hates not getting his way. He moves uncomfortably close to her before speaking. "One of my men will be waiting for you outside to take you home."

Shannon knows better than to decline a favour from Joker so she just smiles softly at him and nods before turning on her heel to walk away.

"I sure hope you aren't forgetting to kiss me goodnight." Joker says loudly in a raspy voice. His comment sounded more like a threat than a question and makes her stop dead in her tracks, her heart racing. She swallows the lump in her throat and turns around slowly to face him. She gingery inches closer to where he's standing and leans in slowly. She presses her lips softly to his cheek and kisses him before attempting to make her great escape, but Joker grabs her by the wrist, stopping her.

"That's not a real kiss." He gives a warning look, raising his hairless brows at her.

Joker slowly raises his arms, placing both his hands on the sides of her face before moving his own closer, licking his lips seductively.

Shannon watches his lips intently and her entire body goes numb. Joker cocks his head slightly to the side, closing the little gap between them. He can hear her heart beating from where he stands and feel her irregular breath hitting his face.

"Relax." Joker breaths out, his lips grazing her own. His minty fresh breath with a hint of expensive alcohol filling her senses.

Shannon can't speak. She knows for certain her voice will betray her.

She nods her head slowly.

Joker's presses his lips gently against her own, kissing her once, as if to test her lips out. He licks his lips again and Shannon can vaguely feel the tip of his warm, wet tongue grazing her bottom lip.

He presses his lips against her once more, this time with more purpose. Before Shannon could even register what she was doing, she kisses him back. His lips too soft and warm to resist.

The kiss doesn't last long, but they stay in the same position for what seemed like hours to Shannon before Joker moves his head back to look her directly in the eyes.

"I'll be seeing you real soon." He says in a husky voice. It sounds like a promise.

His hands fall from her face and he takes a step back to allow her to move. Shannon lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding before turning on her heel to hurry towards the stairs, basically sprinting down them to create as much distance between them as she humanly can. She hastily walks across the dancefloor towards the exit and can't resist the urge to look back just once.

There he is, leaning against the railing once again, staring right at her. She swallows hard, trying to convince herself that she'll never have to see him again. Shannon walks towards the exit and pushes the door open, emitting a sigh of relief when she feels the crisp air of the night against her burning skin.

Shannon decides to look for Jennifer's car, just to be completely sure that Joker indeed was telling her the truth, which surprisingly he did since the car is nowhere in sight.

She rummages in her purse for her phone, opting to call a cab, but a deep raspy voice from behind startles her.

"You Shannon?"

"Yeah." She offers him a small smile which he doesn't return.

"Get in." He demands, indicating towards the raven black Escalade in front of them.

"I'm fine, really. I can just get a taxi." She insists.

She would never accept a ride from a stranger, especially not a stranger who works for The Joker.

"Boss' orders." Is all he says before he grabs her arm, dragging her towards the SUV.

He opens the door, not once letting go of her arm and waits for her to climb in.

She doesn't...

"Really, you don't have to. I'll just call a taxi. I have an errand to run anyway before going home." She lies, He looks at her with a fathomless expression, not saying anything in return. Shannon tries to pull free from his grasp but he suddenly grabs hold of her roughly and shoves her into the back of the car. She falls backwards and immediately tries to escape, only to have her path blocked completely by him.

With all the power she can muster, and with a sudden dose of adrenalin rushing through her veins she is able to pull her leg back and kick him directly in the crotch.

He lets out a pained growl and instinctively steps back, cupping his bulge to feel some sort of relief before drawing his lips into a snarl.

Scared…

She had never felt this scared in her entire life.

He lunges towards her and suddenly flips her onto her stomach, climbing on top of her and immobilizing her from the shoulders down. She can feel her heart racing in her throat and a nauseating feeling starting to build in the pit of her stomach. So many thoughts and conclusions running through her mind as she fears what he's planning on doing to her. He's probably going to rape her and then kill her. Maybe this guy is even more twisted and ends up killing her before raping her.

Shannon tries her best to reach for the opposite door handle, but she's too far away. She squirms the best she can, trying to fight against his grip, but only to fail. He is simply too strong for her.

All there is left to do is scream, and scream she does.

She screams until her throat aches, but the music from the club is too loud and there is no one in sight to help, or maybe they just didn't care. The thought alone makes her burst into tears. She uses all her power to flip herself on her back, looking her attacker right in the eye. Her lips quivering and tears running down her cheeks.

"P-Please." She begs through sobs. "Please l-let me g-go."

The guy reaches behind him and it looks like he's about to draw out a weapon from his back pocket, which only causes her to weep more. She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to watch him perform his assault on her. Maybe if she doesn't look, it won't happen.

But it does… It just wasn't the assault she expected.

She feels a pinch on the side of her neck and it causes her tear filled eyes to snap open. Just then she realizes he stuck a needle in her, injecting something into her system. It doesn't take long for whatever he injected into her to take effect, because soon after she feels her eyes start to droop and tiredness taking over. The last thing she could register was him pressing a phone to his hear and speaking into it. "It's done."

And then total darkness...