His Felicity, His Happiness

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The music was bouncing loudly. Her eyes were closed and her body swayed to the rhythm of the song.

She was wearing a tight red dress which hugged her figure perfectly in the right places. Several inches of her cleavage were visible for anyone to see. She wore six-inch black patent stilettos that made her legs look long and lean. Her long curly blonde hair was cascading down her back. Her make-up was light, enhancing her natural beauty. She had painted her lips a deep red. She looked innocent yet seductive.

After what felt like hours of dancing, she decided it was time to go home.

She headed towards the exit of the club. All of a sudden, her head started to spin. She assumed it was because of the amount of alcohol she imbibed. Her apartment was not too far away anyway, so she didn't need a cab. The street was dark and silent.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind roughly and pinned her to the wall. Rough hands started to touch her. She tried to push the man away but his grip was tight. She felt a hand on her right breast while the other was on her bare thigh.

Her eyes began to water as she knew what was about to happen to her.

She wanted to fight and escape him, but she felt weak. She felt as she wasn't in control of her body. Her eyes went blurry. Why was this happening to me? She asked herself.

All of a sudden, the man who had been groping her was on the ground. Red liquid flowing down around him, where his lifeless body was laying. His eyes and his mouth were wide open.

She let out a low scream. She had been afraid when this man pinned her to the wall but now she was terrified. She looked up and saw a figure observing her. All she could see of his face was his deep blue eyes, then she blacked out.

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Her eyes blinked multiple times before she was able to open them completely. Her head was pounding thanks to the liquor she absorbed last night. As her hands made contact with the silky sheets, she tensed. This was definitely not her bed. She put herself up slowly and looked around her.

She was stunned. The room was amazingly beautiful. Candles were positioned all around the room. There was a balcony where the moon washed over the place. It seemed that she had slept a whole day. She closed her eyes trying to recall what had happened the night before.

It was 8pm when she decided to go out. She quickly showered and put a beautiful red tight dress. Then she did her make-up and applied a deep red lipstick. She watched herself in the mirror. She felt beautiful. She felt sexy.

After the trauma she had been through three months ago, she decided that she needed to move on. She needed to start living her life again.

She locked the door to her apartment and walked towards the club. She was determined to have fun tonight, maybe flirt with some male but definitely not sleep with anyone. It was too soon for that.

Arriving at the club, she put herself in the line. After ten minutes, she finally stepped inside the nightclub.

She moved towards the bar and had some shots. Many men came to her and chatted her up. She blushed at the attention but declined every invitation for a dance. One of them even charmed her to have a quickie in a dark alcove in the back.

Feeling loosened up by the alcohol she moved to the dance floor. She swayed her hips at the rhythm of the music. She felt free of everything that weighted her down. Free of any pain she'd ever felt.

Once she was tired enough she left the club.

Opening her eyes, she gasped. Someone had tried to... her eyes watered as the memory of what had almost happened hitting her hard. Fortunately, the man didn't have time to do anything but touch her because someone else had been there. Someone else had pushed the man away and had killed him before he could do obscene things to her. But after that she remembered nothing.