Human Again (A Jeff the Killer story)

11. The bar from hell

Emilie's pov

I was walking in the dark with Jeff leading the way in front of me for a long time already, and he hadn't spoken to me once. It's not like I want him to talk to me – the less he talks, the better I feel -, but it was odd. Silence always makes me feel strange, and the dark isn't helping. We have walked in the darkest alleys I've never seen in my whole life. I could hear loud music, people shouting and even saw drunk people in a really bad state. The worst was when we passed through a group of prostitutes. I've never been so close to hell, I swear.
But now, it's worse. Men we meet during our way are all looking up and down at me, like I'm some meat. I'm not comfortable at all, and being with Jeff – the devil himself, if I should remind you -, isn't helping either. Not at all. I just want to go home right now and forget about this stupid deal.

Jeff suddenly stops in front of a big and dirty bar, which is called "Slut drunk"....wow elegant.

"I'm not coming here." I state with all the small confidence I still have. I won't enter this creepy place, I've seen enough for today.

"Oh you're coming, you don't have a choice anyway. You don't know the way back." He states like it was obvious, and I know I'm trapped. No way I'm going to walk back in those strange streets all alone, he's right.

As soon as he opens the door, music fills my ears like never before. I'm sure if I stay here more than 2 hours, I'll become deaf.
It's not even music. It's just people shouting and screaming. I can't understand a single word of the lyrics, but it's better this way. I don't want to lose my ears and mind.
Jeff starts to pass between people, so I follow him. All of the people here have a face that says to you "run and don't look back!". Some even have tattoos all over their face. Girls wear high heels, and some don't even have a shirt on. They are all... Scary and disgusting. Some of them smock something I can't recognize, but it's not only tobacco, I'm sure of that. It's drugs.
Jeff continues to walk and jostle everyone in his way, earning death glares from some of them. He can't see them because he's in the front, but I do. People are looking at me like they want to kill me and rib my bones. And I'm sure they would be more than happy to do it.

I want to run away.

Jeff must have felt it because he grabs my wrist again, preventing me to go. I have to say I'm a little reassured: people here are scary, but Jeff is worse than them. If he's with me, I'll be alright. I know he won't kill me tonight, or...Well, I hope so.

We are now in the middle of the "dance floor", if we can call that a club. One foot away, I can see the counter of the bar and we are heading to it.
I immediately sit on the chair available, feeling exhausted by this walk in hell. The smoke is already making me feel dizzy, there are so much mixed drugs in the same closed place than I'm sure it's the same that if I smoked one myself. And the loud music isn't helping at all. I feel sick. I feel trapped. I feel in danger. But more than that, I'm disgusted by everything I'm actually seeing.

"Hey Jeff, why are you here? It's been a while." I hear the barman shouts at Jeff, not even acknowledging me. I guess it's better this way.

"Yeah I know, I've been busy these days. But look what I have here with me !" He replies, shouting as well for the man to hear him, full of insane joy, before showing me to the barman, like I'm some kind of animal.

I instantly stare at my feet, not wanting to be part of this conversation. I'm trying to be the most invisible I can be.

"Wow, who's that girl? Your new toy?" He states in a mocking tone. "No offense but she seems so weak and useless man, you could have gotten better. She's not even sexy."

I can feel his eyes on me during his whole speech. What can I reply to that?
I don't have enough time to think about my possible answer to defend myself, because Jeff beats me to it.