Mimicry

A hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her out of bed and into the air.

A man was there, or Emery assumed it was a man, considering the black mask that covered the upper part of his face, and the room engulfed in darkness.

"You're coming with me and I suggest you do so quietly." He hissed, tightening his grip slightly.

She furrowed her eyebrows, then grabbed his hand, prying it off of her with surprising strength before choking out, rubbing her neck while glaring.

"Damn, okay, babe." She coughed, but still managed to add a flirtatious tone to her words, continuing with a grin, "At least buy me dinner first."

She was still hammered from drinking earlier, so her filter was nonexistent.

She felt the cool blade of a knife against her neck, further complicating things.

"we're leaving."

The woman sighed.

She could get out of this easily, an elbow to the throat, but she wanted to see where it led.

After all, she hasn't been out of the house in a few days, and Justin was with his sugar daddy in Florida until Tuesday, so she was lonely.

"Fine, but only because I dont have anything better to do." She muttered as he dragged her through the door.

"Hey, sparky, can I grab a drink from the kitchen real quick? I haven't drank water in like two weeks. Just straight vodka after vodka, if you know what I mean."

"Do you think this is a joke?!" The man growled out, pushing his body against hers and slamming her back into the wall.

The back of her head received the greatest impact, tiny black dots clouding her vision for a moment, but she ignored it, reassuring herself it couldn't be that bad.

Although her arms were pinned above her head by one of his hands, and his other was holding the knife to her throat, she couldn't help but crack another joke.

What? She was hammered and had zero filter.

"Well, well, isn't this a compromising position,"she smirked up at him, the cold look on his face amusing her tremendously.