Unseen Strings

Chapter 5

Angelina

My heart beat raced, my throat was filled by a lump, and my voice wouldn't come out. I couldn't cry, I couldn't scream, I couldn't do anything.

"You look so nice in this dress I bought you, Angel." His hot breath hit my ear.

I tried to turn around, but one of his hand yanked my chin so I couldn't look, I was forced to face forward while his other hand grabbed onto my hip and somewhat encircled my waist. His body swayed with mine for a second. My eyes searched the crowd directly around us; for Marcus, for Johnny, for Amanda, for Stella, for anyone.

"Move your hips...with mine...now." He demanded. His breath was a bit ragged.

Something inside me burned to deny him, but my weak self obeyed.

I began to move my hips, swaying them with his. I felt the hand that was on my chin drop down. It snaked its way up my skirt and I felt a warm tear fall down my face. I'd never been touched before, by anyone.

As his palm found its way to my thigh, I felt cold metal. It was probably a ring of some sort.

As we moved, I suddenly felt something that was...hard, grinding into me.

I felt my breath shake.

The hand that was on my thigh, slid inwards. It also slid upwards.

I shook my head from side to side as his fingers began to mess with the cloth that concealed my pussy.

"You're wet." His breath was even more ragged than before as he messed with my underwear. "Ohhh Angel..." he took a deep breath, "soon...soon." He pinched my clit and I let out an inadvertent yelp, I felt a shove and I collapsed forward.

Reality slapped me in the face; I was on my knees, on the floor of a club, and my little problem....the man...he'd mad himself known. He might have still been there.

"Angelina!" Marcus appeared and picked me up from the floor. "Are you alright??" He asked, noticing my state.

I just shook my head at him and twirled my body around, but there was no one else there. He had gone, like lightening he had come, burst through my peace, and then left without a word. The only people in the space he had occupied were drunk girls about my age...none taller than me.

"Angelina!" Marcus tapped on me a bit roughly. "What happened?!" He shouted.

"N-Nothing!" I shook my head violently, trying to forget what happened. "I just-I just fell when they started dancing again!" I called out.

"This floor is stone!" His eyes were wide, "did you hurt yourself?!"

I just stared at him, I hadn't noticed the pain in my knees until he mentioned it.

"Come on!" He took a hold of my arm and encircled me with his other, shielding me as he led me out of the dance floor.

As we entered the edge of the dance floor, Marcus looked around wildly. Within seconds he had his arm raised and was waving. Amanda appeared then.

"What's up?" She called over the new roar of people.

"Angelina fell!" He shouted.

"Who?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Angelina!" He said again, shoving me a bit in front of him.