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"Drink," Connor commanded with a bottle of alcohol as the entire nightclub gave me a curious stare.

I dropped my head to the dizzying ground as I could feel my embarrassment take over and consume me.

"Now," Connor repeated with an annoyance waiting to explode and I fear he would hit me, even when he never resorted to physical violence before.

With echoing steps, he was shortly standing before me in his full 6'3" height to my shorter 5'2" with the beer glass in a tight grip. My eyes widened at the amount of alcohol he obviously wanted me to drink and I gulped, taking a step back when all I wanted to do was run out of here with all my might.

"Connor, may-maybe you should think this o-over?"

He backed me up to the dark corner and I stared at anything but him as nobody paid us any feeble attention anymore.

"C-Connor, I think t-the party's over, d-don't you think?" I tried again desperately, but it was apparently not helping any more than my other attempts.

Before I could change my mind, I decided to storm out of there before anything can get worse. And yet, it did.

He caught my wrist at the last moment, caging him to me as I gasped in surprise and horror, with one arm blocking my exit and the other, the warm bottle was pressing into my side as I shuddered.

Without any warning as I opened my mouth to say something, a finger caressed my lip gloss stained lips, telling me to be quiet. I was paralyzed all the way to the roots of my wavy, dark hair to the tips of my toes as his fingers slid down my burning neck to the exposed cleavage under my thin shirt.

A slow malicious smile greeted his handsome face as he whispered into my ear and continued to touch my bare skin, "Now do you want to drink it? I don't want to have to threaten you, you know."

My throat dried instantly and I couldn't breathe for a second, "O-okay."

He grinned sinisterly, knowing he won and he snapped off the cap with a single sound. Almost teasingly, he slowly brought the liquid bottle to my lips, urging me to take a sip.

Shaking, I drank the toxic; just once, but Connor pushed me to down the whole bottle in less time than I had intended. Groggy after drinking the entire twelve ounce content, I stared at him blankly and wondered what happened, confusing myself with the headache that was rolling in.

"Connor?"

"Yes, baby?" he slurred, obviously pleased with the way things were going.

"Can I go to the bathroom? I don't feel so well."

"Of course, baby, whatever you want."

He took my sweaty hand in his own and pulled me up through the soundless stairs and into the second floor of the noisy and nerve-wracking club.

We stopped in front of a room marked with a cloudy letter and number while Connor turned the rusty door knob.

When we stride in with me about to topple over, I could see a king-size bed meant for a couple and comforter with a small nightstand.

But no bathroom.