The devil has bangs

The Devil Has Dance Moves

I've been chatting with this girl for a week. Isabelle Reed. She was ready to kill herself until I offered to help. Her offender, Tony Anderson, Star of Kappa Sig and least likely to ever touch someone like her, will be at this address, where she was raped 2 months ago. She claims to have no evidence but that is what I am here to find out.

"EMILLLYYYY" I yell walking through the door, throwing myself into character.

Of course I was talking to no one. Just like how I am dancing with no one. No one here knows me. I'm just another passing pretty face. And that's all they need me to be.

The room is dim with flashing party lights as I try to dance off some nerves to blend in before finding my culprit. I smack someones hand off my butt and move to another part of the floor. God this job is exhausting.

I see a girl alone, wavy dirty blonde hair with heavy mascara, bobbing her head to the music.

"Hey! When's Tony getting here?"

"I don't know him. But he should be over there"

Over her finger in the game room, I see the shiny, gelled blondie chatting away with his friends. Mostly girls. Like in all of his photo's online. That was him.

I was intimidated and I don't know why. I looked better than all the Tiffany's in this room combined. They are playing pool and it's his turn when I walk up to the table and fake a tired smile. He eye's me, taking an awkward amount of time to line up his shot. My skirt feeling extra short. He takes back his attention and makes a risky move, aiming for the 8 ball but lands every hole. I roll my eyes. He's showing off.

Tonight I'm wearing a black wig. From my studies, he likes brunettes. Brunettes that are always showing leg.

I can tell he'll be easy.

"Wanna dance?" I say moving side to side as he approaches.

It's not long before we end up in an empty bedroom alone.

We "stumble" in and he locks the door behind. I love it when they do that.

Holding onto his neck, locked lips, he rushes me backwards towards the bed making me fall. 

I don't have much time before I decide when I'm going to do it. Do I let him kiss me a little more? Before or after the panties are off? 

He is kissing hard on my neck while struggling to get his jeans off. Almost like he's sucking blood. Jesus, how much did he have to drink?

I push him off "Wait. Do you have a condom?"

Disappointed, he searches his pants. I notice him doing something but I doubt he's putting it on. I lay back down.

"Okay there" He climbs back on top ready to undress me when I say "Stop"

"Shh, Sorry" He says and pushes against me in a different position. He thinks I mean stop for a second but I mean it.

I am getting nervous but I need to prove if Isabelle is right.

Letting out a nervous giggle "No, I wanna go back to the party"

This does not stop him from trying to pull off my skirt. "We will"

I return serious "No. Get off. I don't want this anymore"

His eye's finally stop and he brings his arms up to my stomach. Trapping me.

"Hey, is everything okay? I thought we were having fun?" He smiles gently. I bet his mother loves that smile..

I shake my head "I do want to have fun. Just not in here"

He looks like he takes this into consideration and then smiles and let's me go.

I breathe. Maybe this one wont have to end in a tragedy.

...

But then he backs up and grabs my knees "That's because you've never had fun with Tony before"

I exhale and try to wiggle away but he is moving too fast. "No, please!"

He doesn't budge and I know what he's about to do.. I almost always cry at this part.. and almost always break their nose.

I reach for my clutch and slip on my ring cuffs before punching him in the throat. Hard. Enough to break his windpipes. So he can't scream.

He falls off the bed. His eyes widen as he wheezes. So dramatic.

I kneel over and whisper in his ears"that was for Isabelle" and give him one final blow to the neck and he starts bleeding.

"Party's over bitches. Cops are here!" I say as I exit the room, closing my phone. Everyone screams and starts running out the door. Not knowing that their "star" was no longer alive.