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She's an injured dancer trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered career. He's a broken man with an addictive personality. Like oil and water, they don't mix well.
When watching isn't enough, he gets...
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What the hell is this guy saying right now?
Okay, I get what he's saying but he's off his rocker if he thinks any of this is flattering. He was watching me masturbate, he broke into my apartment, and he came back later to kidnap me. "Cut the shit, Bill." I use his name and watch his hands clench into fists, "Why'd you come back again tonight if it wasn't to kidnap me?" I see something shiny catch my eye, a jigger sitting in the sink. I pick it up and spin it in my hands.
"To watch you, baby. That's all, 'til you pulled your shirt off and walked out the front door." His dark brown eyes shine with something sinister but this is the first time I've seen his full smile. He's much less scary without the blood dripping down his face, I see now he has nice teeth. None are missing, though a few have caps shining on them, and there's something almost charming to the cocky grin. The shaggy, brown hair that hangs over his forehead is being abused by repeatedly running his hands through it. Maybe a self-regulation thing?
"Stop calling me that." I can't look at him anymore, my brain is getting physically heavy and I don't know how much more I can process today. I'm terrified of these strange men who locked me in this bar. I'm pissed that the crazy one thinks we're going to talk through my literal kidnapping. My head is foggy but I can say with certainty I'm not this guy's 'baby'.
"Tell us your name, then."
"You already know my name, you went through my mail, asshole!"
The burly men start hollering obscenities at my captor angrily. I think I may currently be the safest captive in the state, the way that these men have been keeping him in line for me. It seems like a full-time job.
Ray, the one who was holding me when I came to, is the one who finally takes charge of the scolding. "Later we're gonna talk at length about every fuckin' law you broke in the past twenty-four hours and you'll make your case for 'em all. But she had to live it, so she shouldn't have to sit through a retelling of the worst night of her life."
"Worst night of her life? She beat me with a pipe!"
The bartender who's been sitting in the corner like a statue breaks his silence for the first time, "Wait, she's who busted you up so bad?" He asks in disbelief, which I take offense to. I could bust anyone up that badly any day of the week. I don't have to defend my honor, though, "Antoine, shut the fuck up. She titty-baited me to an alley and clubbed the shit outta my nuggets. Broke my nose and stole my fuckin' heart." I agreed with the sentiment until the end, which seemed to hit my shoulder like a trigger. I throw the silver jigger I'm holding as hard as I can in the general direction of my stalker.
"Alright, sweet cheeks. We wanna help you sort this out but you gotta stop destroying my bar." Ray says to me in a gentle tone. Something about it makes me want to listen to him. "How the hell are you gonna help me? He knocked me out and brought me here against my will!" I slide from the counter and huff as my cast hits the floor. I'm trying to fight the hysterics but I can feel the panic clawing its way up my throat.
