Mania

Chapter 1

Walking into the club, the first thing that I noticed was the heat. Bodies glided against each other in a passionate rhythm. It smelled of alcohol, sweat, and perfume and it was absolutely intoxicating. As the techno music blared in my ears, I scanned the area looking for the restroom. I quickly made my way over to the restroom. Entering the restroom, I saw two girls doing lines of coke on the counter and heard the soft sound of sobbing coming from a stall. Once I was at the mirror, I adjusted my long, blonde wig that was currently slanted. My electric blue dress rode up too high so I pulled it back down. After fixing myself, I left the restroom.

I scanned the dance floor looking for a subject, and I found him sitting at the bar. He was obviously intoxicated by the way he sloppily fist pumped the air. He wore a goofy grin and an expensive looking Rolex watch on his right hand. I put on my sexiest smile and made my way over to him. I sat at the seat next to him and ordered my go-to drink. As I sipped my drink, I saw him look me up and down through my peripheral vision.

I heard him clear his throat before saying,
"So...do you come here often?"
I internally rolled my eyes at the cliché line.
"No I've never been here before actually."
I crossed my arms in order to push up my breasts and met his gaze.

"Can I buy you another drink?"

He seemed to be lost in thought while saying it. I thought to myself how easy this would be. He seems so naive and desperate to get into any girl's pants.

"How about we go somewhere a little more private."

I said while turning towards him slowly. I tapped my fingers on the bar while my eyes searched his face looking for any sign of hesitation. His blue eyes grew dark and filled with lust, and I knew that I had him. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Uh-yeah sure that works too."

I grabbed his hand and led him back towards the bathroom. Once we were inside, he pressed me against against the door and planted rough kisses on my neck. I ran my hands through his thick black hair as a soft moan escaped from my lips.

Our lips met and he kissed me desperately as if he was afraid I would suddenly disappear. I grabbed his right hand and placed it on my waist as he began to slowly grind his himself onto me. I put my hand on his wrists and began to take off his watch as I bite his ear in an attempt to distract him. He lightly moaned as I finally managed to get his watch off and slide it into the side of my underwear.

"I have to go."

I said slightly out of breath as I lightly pushed his body off of mine. He visibly looked upset, but I had to leave before he noticed his watch went missing. I went to the mirror and adjusted myself. He came behind me and dragged his finger up and down my arm.

"Wait, what why this is going great."

"I-I think my friends might be looking for me."

I know I didn't have any friends waiting for me, but I didn't want him getting any bright ideas. A drunk, horny guy could do a lot of damage if his ego was too bruised. He seemed harmless but you can never be too certain.

"Oh okay," he slightly stumbled, "can I at least have your number." I plastered a smile across my face.

"Oh of course."

He gave me his phone and I wrote down a fake number along with a fake name. Afterwards I quickly slipped out of the bathroom and hurried out of the club.

Brooklyn wasn't a cheap place to live especially if you're living by yourself. Being a librarian can only get you so much money. With college funds and bills payments every month, I had to start getting creative. I learned how to pickpocket from my older brother. Of course he never showed me how to seduce men, but I added my own flare to it. I haven't spoken to him in two years along with any other members of my family. It's not something I dwell over we weren't close to begin with.

The only sound I heard was my heels clicking against the pave and a distance siren as I walked to my apartment. The wind sent a chill down my spine, and I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to gather warmth. Suddenly, I felt uneasy as if I were being watched. I looked over my shoulder and saw that no one was there. A wave of nerves washed over me, and I quickened my pace. As I turned the corner, I heard a distance pair of footsteps following behind me. I stopped and turned around completely to look at my surroundings. Once again, there was no one following me, and I began to wonder if I was just imagining things.

When I reached my apartment, I locked my door and instantly felt better. I slipped off my shoes and made a beeline to my room. Once inside, I sat on my bed and held up the Rolex up towards the light examining it. Being pleased with its authenticity, I hide it in my jewelry box and thought of which pawn shop I would sell it to tomorrow. I soon gathered my pajamas and made my way over to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I pulled off my wig, and watched as my black hair fell to my shoulders. My pale skin looked slightly flushed due to the cold weather. I stared into my dark brown eyes, and my reflection looked back at me with a tired expression. For the past two weeks I've been going to that club to make some quick cash. I've had a couple of busts: fake chains, rings, bracelets, etc. But overall I've made a decent profit. I removed my clothes and ran the shower.

When I exited the bathroom, I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach as I saw a tall man in a mask in front of me. I let out a scream and hurried to close the door. However, before I could completely shut it, his foot blocked it and he shoved the door open. His arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my sides, as I tried to scream and kick for my release. He put a red cloth against my face and, as I breathed in the chemicals, I realized what was happening. I felt myself continuously grow weaker with every kick and punch I threw.

The last thing I saw was my floral shower curtain before everything went black.