Oh, I'm just hanging around... thanks for asking...
Tara didn't believe demons existed. She didn't know about what happened late at night on the streets that she never walked on. Her mother, when she was still alive, had always taught her to walk on streets with lots of people and bright lights. She would be safe there.
Of course, Mama died when Tara was fifteen because of Daddy dearest, and he was spending the rest of his life up in the state pen. That was fine by her, though. She never really knew her father.
But her mama... Tara missed her so much sometimes. The way they would dance in the backyard and all the pretty tutus that she bought Tara for dance classes...
That was the past now, and instead Tara danced on a stage to the entertainment of men who helped pay for the masters degree in psychology, not to mention the roof over her head and the food in her stomach.
A girl's gotta eat, after all.
Then about a week ago she noticed there was this one guy who watched her. It was more than just the lustful "Can I take you home?" looks, but one where she was scared. Especially since the guy never came near her when she walked along the stage. Just watched.
She finally told the bouncers about him, and the first night he wasn't there was so much nicer, and her tips showed how much more into the dancing she had been.
Too bad she didn't last to a second day.
She had just walked into her apartment when she saw him in the reflection of the hall mirror. She barely had time to scream when he moved - how did he move that fast? - and shoved a cloth over her mouth and nose. The world went black, starting with his eyes and it spread outward until she passed out and didn't remember a thing.
Until there was a slap across her face and she woke up in some room. She couldn't scream because there was duct tape over her mouth. Her arms were above her head, chained up and hanging from some rafter. Her eyes looked around and there was a weird symbol drawn on the ground and the guy from the club was walking away from her to stand at some kind of alter, holding a knife over a candle.
Oh God... please no... someone help me! she screamed in her head, trying to get her arms free.
Of course, Mama died when Tara was fifteen because of Daddy dearest, and he was spending the rest of his life up in the state pen. That was fine by her, though. She never really knew her father.
But her mama... Tara missed her so much sometimes. The way they would dance in the backyard and all the pretty tutus that she bought Tara for dance classes...
That was the past now, and instead Tara danced on a stage to the entertainment of men who helped pay for the masters degree in psychology, not to mention the roof over her head and the food in her stomach.
A girl's gotta eat, after all.
Then about a week ago she noticed there was this one guy who watched her. It was more than just the lustful "Can I take you home?" looks, but one where she was scared. Especially since the guy never came near her when she walked along the stage. Just watched.
She finally told the bouncers about him, and the first night he wasn't there was so much nicer, and her tips showed how much more into the dancing she had been.
Too bad she didn't last to a second day.
She had just walked into her apartment when she saw him in the reflection of the hall mirror. She barely had time to scream when he moved - how did he move that fast? - and shoved a cloth over her mouth and nose. The world went black, starting with his eyes and it spread outward until she passed out and didn't remember a thing.
Until there was a slap across her face and she woke up in some room. She couldn't scream because there was duct tape over her mouth. Her arms were above her head, chained up and hanging from some rafter. Her eyes looked around and there was a weird symbol drawn on the ground and the guy from the club was walking away from her to stand at some kind of alter, holding a knife over a candle.
Oh God... please no... someone help me! she screamed in her head, trying to get her arms free.