Miamii Stories

I wore a black dress to the ball, it had a slit down my leg. I feel so powerful, I walk in and see him, my enemy. He stares at me with the most intense gaze, I look back at him with a smirk on my face. As I walk by him, I noticed that he's following behind me. Just when I was about to turn around, he pins me to the wall with a gun aimed at my throat. His muscular body is pressed onto mine. He leans over and whispers something in Italian to me, making my body shiver. He looks down at my lips, he's so close that I can feel his warm breathe, his green eyes locked with mine. Just as I was going to say something, he puts his veiny hands on my waist caressing it sensually. After a couple seconds, he releases me, his face still staring at mine, "see you later amoré" he winks at me walking away.

Something weird and scary has became a thing it can take shape of anyone and anything so how would you kill it?