Maddison stopped dead in her tracks and turned to see the source of the voice. It was Markus Krux, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against an expensive car. He threw the cigarette bud onto the ground, crushing it beneath his custom leather shoe as he walked over to Maddison.
She was about to continue walking away but he caught her hand and pulled her back into his arms. He curled his free hand around her waist, trapping her in his clutch.
Maddison remained calm as she glared up at him.
"Let me go, Markus," She warned.
Markus grinned, "So eager to leave the party? Perhaps I can offer you a ride?"
"No need, I have my own ride," She replied without hesitation as she attempted to wriggle herself out of his grasp once more.
He was leaning in so closely that she could practically smell the stench of smoke and alcohol on his breath. He pulled her in a little closer, their bodies were touching. Maddison was growing increasingly uncomfortable.
