Crazy In Love | Buggy

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Everything around me seemed to melt into a complete and utter blur. The music felt ten times louder than it had when I was dancing with Buggy, now seeming deafeningly loud. I could feel the iron-clad grip of Jacques' hands, as they gripped tightly onto my own.

What I focused on the most, however, was the overwhelming fear and dread that was boiling up inside of me, threatening to spill over.

The fear only seemed to magnify when I realised that I had completely lost sight of Buggy. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he was going to do to Jacques when he got a hold of him. I just didn't want Buggy to kill him, especially not in front of the townspeople. They had been nothing but kind to us. They didn't deserve to be forced to watch Buggy gut Jacques alive.

Knowing Buggy, however, death would be merciful in comparison to what else Buggy was capable of doing to him. Buggy could be cruel, and downright sadistic when he wanted to. And, in this circumstance, I wouldn't blame him for wanting to harm Jacques. Even in some over the top, horrific way.

Somehow, I felt like this whole situation was my fault. My dress had gone from feeling revealing, to feeling downright see-through. Especially as I watched Jacques eyes scan down my entire body, undressing me. I could almost see them glow with excitement. It made me feel filthy, disgusting.

If I had a free hand, I would have attempted to cover myself - especially my chest, which his gaze seemed to linger on the most. Unfortunately, Jacques had his warm, sweaty hands tangled through mine.

No matter how desperately I attempted to free them from his grip, he wouldn't loosen his hold on them, not even a little bit. He was determined to keep ahold of me, it seemed.

His puffy, wet lips had curled up into a sleezy smile, baring his filthy teeth. I couldn't help but notice small particles of food stuck between them.

"Easy there, princess," he told me, as I continued to attempt to free myself from his hold. "I'm not that easy to shake."

I wanted to smack him across his stupid face. He was lucky that he held my hands because that was the only thing currently stopping me from doing so.

"Listen to me," I pleaded, through gritted teeth. "You really need to let me go."

He chuckled at that. "And why would I do that?"

I tried my best to remain as calm as I could.

"Because my boyfriend - " I paused as I said that. The word boyfriend felt both incredibly unnatural and incredibly natural when describing Buggy. " - will kill you if you don't let me go. Let me go, and run, actually. If you do that, he might let you live."

"Run?" He sounded genuinely appalled at my suggestion. As if it were the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard. "Jacques run? Ha! You'll learn tonight that I'm not the type of man that runs!"

Oh no. His fragile ego just might get him killed, I thought. It was almost hard to feel bad for him if he wasn't going to listen to a single word I said to him.

"Right. I understand that you think that this fearless macho-man act makes you feel cool but it's going to get you killed."

"By who? That blue haired freak that you were dancing with?"

When he called Buggy that, the small shreds of sympathy that I had had for him disintegrated, like snow in the rain.

Before I had a chance to say anything else, I saw blue. Buggy. I wasn't sure if I was relieved to be saved, or dread at what was about to happen. Buggy moved quickly. He grabbed Jacques by the hair - which looked painful, or at least I hoped it was painful - and yanked Jacques backwards.