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I felt hands grab my hips and push themselves against me. I was to intoxicated by the music to care so i continued dancing for about another 20 minutes and then the guy became to touchy and i turned around and pushed him back screaming 'back up buddy' because the music was so loud. When i turned around i can face to face with a man about 6,3 with brown eyes and tattoos covering his very muscular arms as her wore a tight black t- shirt with black ripped jeans. He was smirking down at my 5,7 self. He grabbed onto my hips and pulled me back to him and said 'pas maintenant belle dansons (not right now beautiful lets dance.) whispering in my ear. i began to melt in the spot, french was the most sexy language to me and he spoke it perfectly. As he finished he bit my neck causing me to push against him. I could feel him through his jeans and he was there trust me. We continued to dance and later on in the song i turned around and pushed my back into this complete stranger ( i blame the alcohol) I began grinding into him and he groaned grabbing my hips.
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"I don't think you know who you're fucking with." He said simply not dropping the gun as the veins stuck out from below the skin of his bare arm. "I've killed people before." He laughed under his breath "I've killed lots of people before, what makes you think that I wouldn't kill you right now." "I think that if you actually wanted me dead, you would have killed me a long time ago." I replied without thinking. "You don't scare me." I lied "I know guys like you, they pretend to be all tough but deep down they're actually soft and mushy, like a little marshmallow" my words came out like vomit. What am I saying, he has a gun he could kill me, I really shouldn't be testing him but I couldn't help myself, I always knew my smart ass mouth would get me killed one day. God, today is that day. "I know girls like you." He started as he completely brushed off my insult "They get drunk at parties, and listen to the lies some fuck boy tells just to get pussy, you girls then believe those lies and jump on top of his dick like it the only one in the world, said fuck boy then pulls up his zipper and goes out to find Amanda the girl he's in love with, leaving you to wonder the streets drunk and used until you find yourself in a doughnut shop alone, incapable of standing on your own two feet." He half smiled "So what did he tell you? Lemme guess, he loved you, Right? That's the famous one." He shrugged, still holding the gun. My heart filled with hurt as I stood before him, I felt a lump in my throat as tears began to glisten up my bright hazel eyes but I quickly pushed it down. I was hurt by his words not because it was entirely true but because parts of it were. ****** •Language.

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