"This is stupid!" I shouted.
"21!22!23!"
"A bit!" Marcus chuckled.
"24!25!26!"
Suddenly I felt a hand at my waist. It wrapped itself around the front part of my lower body.
"27!28!29!"
"Marcus!" I yelled, trying to see if he snuck up behind me.
"30!31!32!"
I felt someone yank me backward and I smacked straight into someone's chest.
"33!34!"
"Who the hell is Marcus!?" a man's voice hissed into my ear.
"35!36!37!"
"Come on! That's not funny!" I tried to pull away, but whoever it was held me tight.
"38!39!"
"I'm not whoever the fuck Marcus is!" The hand that held me in place was joined by another which began to mess with the tassels on the top of the dress.
"40!41!"
"Stop that!" I tried to move. "Leave me alone!"
"42!43!"
The man's hand began to rub along the curve of my body. I felt uncomfortable. My skin crawled and I tried to pull away.
"44!45!"
"Let go!" I cried.
"46!47!"
The man's hand moved to my front again and began to caress my stomach.
"48!49!"
The hand on my stomach moved upward and began to fondle my chest.
"50!"
"No!" I shrieked, but was drowned out by the crowd.
"51!"
"Look at that..." the man whispered hotly in my ear.
"52!"
His hand danced around my nipples, which had become inadvertently hard. The stupid bra that I wore was thin.
"53!"
"You're nipples..."
"54!
"They're so hard."
"55!"
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"56! 57!58!"
"Haha," the man chuckled as his hand, once resting innocently on my waist, now brazenly groped my backside. His evil chuckle echoed in my ears as he whispered, "Such a bubble butt." A chill ran down my spine.
"59!"
"I knew you would like it, Angel." The man spoke and my blood ran cold. Only one person called me Angel, only one. It was him, my tormentor.
"60!" The crowd cheered and the music and dim light of the disco resumed.
My throat tightened, my voice silenced. I was frozen, unable to cry out or fight back. He pressed closer, his hot breath fanning my ear.
"You look so nice in this dress I bought you, Angel."
I tried to turn around, but his hand forced my face forward, and his other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. The man's grip tightened, forcing me to dance to his rhythm. His body swayed with mine for a second. As we danced, I scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face, a lifeline. But everyone was lost in their own world of music and movement.
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Unseen Strings
RomanceAngelina Rosalina Morales Ruiz was a normal person; she lived in a house with loving parents and a large family in Northern California. She was Angelina to her parents, Angie at school, Lina to her siblings, Rosie to her best friend...but she was a...
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