Club

Everyday , you would arrive at work. a club, where you dealt with druggies, druggos and horny men. It was your job to keep your customers safe and happy. A customer had ran into the bar one day, high as shit. He sat down, ordered a drink. Looking shaky and slighty disturbed. Before you could ask whats wrong, the lights go out. Terrified screams are heard. Gunshots. You had no idea what was going on but you immediately ducked down. The lights came back on, you look around. Everyone is dead. Everyone was shot. Gone. Except you. Your eyes slowly make their way over to the person holding the gun. Your eyes widens when you realize who it was.. The biggest drug mafia. which possibly could be in the whole word.
"you are coming with us, sweetheart."