• She pulled the handle of her saddle bag more onto her shoulder and checked behind her every now and then to make sure he wasn't following her.
    She turned a corner and was suddenly grabbed by the front of her shirt and lifted maybe three inches off the ground.
    In the dark shadows lying in front of her stood something dark and handsome.
    As it walked into the light of the street lights, his face became more clear and she realized it was Jacob, the boy she met in the club. He had a large smrik on his face that kind of said, I beat you here, ha-ha.
    "Put me down Jacob!" she yelled, struggling to make him put her down.
    "Come on Baby," He took a sip from a bottle of root beer, "Don't be like this. Just come on back in there and have a little fun. Kareoke is about to start too."
    His eyes were even pleading her. She simply shook her head softly.
    His grip became tighter on her shirt and he also had hold of her five-hundred dollar pearl necklace her father had given her awhile back.
    As his hand became tighter and tighter, The necklace started to choke her.
    "Let go Jacob..." Her throat tightened and she could hardly breathe.
    "Come on baby." He set her on his feet and pushed her in the back of her head, making her stumble forward a little.
    "No Jacob, I said no. I'm not going back. Just leave me alone."
    He walked closer now, frowning irratated.
    "Shut up and walk." Her breath caught in her throat and she walked back, just as she was told.
    When they emerged back in, he sat her at the bar and ordered her a soda, since she didn't drink.
    "You're lucky." He spit into the glass after he had finished with it.
    She looked over at him, "What do you mean?"
    He shoved the glass to the bartender and sighed, then looked at her,
    "I'm not so sure you want to know Baby."
    She shuttered at the tone of his voice, "What's going on?"
    Her voice was shaking now, and, as he leaned in closer to her, began backing up the top part of her body, away from his.
    His arms rested on the stool she was sitting in and his head was against the side of hers.
    "Well, you see baby," He started, "This little club you got yourself into, probably wasn't a very good idea."
    She could feel his hot breath against her upper shoulder, onto her neck, and she felt his fingers walking up the side of her arm.
    "Why? What are you doing?"
    His face came in front of mine and he chuckled, "You still can't tell? You are our dinner tonight."