Captured by the Predator

e club was alive, the air electric with the collective energy of the crowd. My fri

DJ was spinning a sick track, and I couldn't help but twerk, shaking my ass and whining my hips to the

strobing lights and fog machines added to the surreal atmosphere, making it feel like we were in

e were too busy having the time of our lives, creating memories that would last a lifetime. And

the dance floor. She was clearly drunk, and my friends and I exchanged worried g

Viola stay upright. My friends and I managed to steer her towards the exit,

e screen was blurry, and I couldn't make out who was calling. I shrugged

ulder, and I turned to see Cole, my cute boyfriend I'd met earlier in the last night I was

ync as we lost ourselves in the music. Cole's hands were roaming over my body, sending shivers down my spine. We were kissing, our lips

w me back in, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss. I felt a rush of excitement, my body resp

like nothing else mattered, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. No one could s

p with their various boyfriends, laughing and dancing together. The atmosphere was electric,

ting into his touch, my body responding to his every move. We were in our own li

when suddenly I felt a pressing sensation. I tried to ignore it, b

y, I'll wait here," he said, smiling. But when I made my way to the toilet, I was confronted with a long li

any longer. I glanced around, looking for an alternative solution. That's when I spotted the exit sign. I

, trying to get my bearings. The club was located in a deserted alleyway, and the only light came from the

ng a wave of relief wash over me. I stood up, adjusting my clothes, and began to make my way back

the ground with a soft thud. I didn't even think about picking it up. I just turned and ran. My feet poun

y fear. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see. I just kept running, my legs pumping furiously. But in my panic, I real