I stared blank into the mirror with lazy eyes, I wasn't even seeing my reflection. Taylor's voice echoed in the room and it finally drifted into my ears. I looked at the mirror now and saw her behind me, she was styling my long luscious hair and yapping away.

"Tonight is going to be the best time of our life! I promise you! This is just perfect escape you need away from reality!" Taylor said.

I smiled at my best friend, a gorgeous masc tomboy with short blonde hair and a gothic tattoo at the nape of her neck. She finally stopped talking when she noticed my stoic face. She sighed and turned the revolving chair I was sitting on so I could face her, she bent down to meet my eye level.

"Arla, you're a beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, stunning brunette. Men would die to date you, yet, here you are in your mid twenties living a sad, boring life without even having your first kiss yet". Taylor said with so much seriousness.

"Do I really have to go?" I asked with pleading eyes.

"Yes and that's final!" Taylor said. " I need to do my makeup and order our ride so we can be on our way. We are late!".

She left the room. I stood up and shrugged. I turned to look at the mirror again, this time I stared intently as my reflection stared back at me. I looked at myself this time examining all my features.

Taylor was right. I was stunning. I had enthralling, ocean blue eyes, my dark brown hair was full and long in its glory. My lips were a luscious pink- small and round and it complimented my pointed nose perfectly.

"You know what. I'm going to go to this party, I'm going to do whatever I please and have the best time of my life" I said to myself, raising my spirits.

"Hell. I'm even going to kiss a gorgeous man"

I arrived at the party and my resolve was starting to crumble as soon as the loud music welcomed me. Taylor beamed at me. She was so happy to be here.

"Amma find me a hot dashing girl to fuck" Taylor giggled.

"You're such a hoe" I said, laughing back. Okay, I wasn't going to be the one to ruin her fun night. I shrugged whatever I was feeling and smiled happily as we finally entered the club.

The place was full of people that reeked of alcohol, smoke and sweat. Everyone genuinely seemed to be having the time of their lives. They were all dancing happily without a care in the world. I had never experienced that before, how were they able to do that? How were they able to escape the harsh reality of life and just have fun? Was it in the alcohol?

I took a shot from a waiter who had a glass of drinks and I drank it in one gulp. My face twisted at the extreme bitterness and harshness of the liquor. This thing tasted like shit. Why the hell would anyone drink this?

Taylor gaped at me with unbelief written in her eyes.

"What? Aren't you the one that asked me to have fun?" I asked.

"Oh! Hell yes" Taylor cheered happily. I took another shot.

"Why is it this bitter?" I asked.

"It's your first time. You'll get the hang of it" Taylor answered.

She dragged me into the crowd and we danced together, feeling the heat of our bodies. I took another shot. My blood began to feel hot and unexplainable energy gushed through my veins. I twisted my waist seductively and raised my hands in the hair.

Taylor was so loving this new me. I brushed my hands into my hair. I was getting intoxicated, I loved this feeling. It brought out a boldness in me that I never knew existed.

A young man tapped my shoulder and I turned to look back.

"Are you guys couples?" He yelled as the loud music drained his voice.

"No. We are not" Taylor replied before I could open my mouth.

The man smiled. "Mind if I dance with you, pretty?"

Taylor's eyes widened in excitement "She's all yours".

I was too stunned to speak. Taylor whispered to me "let me scan the area for a hot chick that I can have hot sex with in the toilet".

"What? Taylor! Where do-" I finally found my voice but she had already vanished from my sight.

The man held my waist and pulled me into his arms, grinning from ear to ear. I smiled awkwardly.

"My name is Gideon. What's your name beautiful?"

"Arla" I replied wryly. His breath stank heavily of cigars.

We continued dancing for a few minutes and he began to get cocky. He grabbed my behind so abruptly that I was highly flustered. My cheeks reddened like a ripe tomato. I chuckled in disbelief and I took another shot to calm my anger down.

I pulled away from his grasp. He pulled me back again and whispered to my ears.

"Why don't we leave this place and go into my car to have some fun?"

I was repulsed. It took me so much self control not to hit his disgusting face. I smiled sheepishly and looked at him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I need to use the restroom quickly" I said trying to mask my emotions so I could leave without any issues.

"Do you need me to escort you?"

"Oh no. I'll be fine on my own" I replied leaving. Despite the warning bell ringing in my head, I still took another drink from the tray. I gulped it all, liking the hot burning sensation it gave to my dry throat. I took another and it felt like I was on cloud nine.

I scanned the huge club that had people in every single corner yet I couldn't find Taylor. Was she really in the restroom hagging? That stinking hoe, I smiled.

At this point, my head was starting to pound aggressively, and my legs were feeling heavy. I was lightheaded and my vision was blurry. Was I drunk? I needed to find Taylor quickly. My movements were slow and I had to hold the rail of the stairs to support myself so I don't topple over.

"Jesus Christ. I'm in big trouble" I murmured sluggishly to myself.

I walked down the hallway looking for the toilet. I fell down at the front of a door as the dizziness I felt was starting to overwhelm me. I writhed in pain. Fuck, I sprained my ankle. I stood up slowly leaning my whole weight on the door.

The door opened abruptly and I lost my balance and fell into someone's arm who caught me so quickly. I raised my head to look at the person holding me as hot tears dropped from my eyes.

"Your reflexes are very fast" I said, chuckling. The man just looked at me with curious eyes. Our faces were so close to each other that our noses almost touched.

He wore a mask so I couldn't see his face. His chest was bare and naked so why was he wearing a mask when he didn't have a shirt on. Was he perhaps hiding his identity? His aura felt wickedly dangerous like fire that mustn't be touched yet I didn't flinch. Was it because of the alcohol?

His eyes were intoxicating. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. They were a deep black, not the usual black but the kind of black that carries darkness only. His build was strong, masculine and perfect. His chest was chiselled and well sculptured. My body just accepted it naturally and I clung to him like my life depended on it.

"Who are you" I asked, still drunk as hell.

"I should be asking you that question, intruder?" He said in a very deep sultry voice that sent shivers to my spine.

"Let go of me!" I said. He obeyed diligently and I collapsed to the floor like a bag of cement. My behind hit the floor and it felt like my bone had broken.

I cried in pain as I rubbed my buttocks and he just looked at me perplexed.

"If you know you value your life, I suggest you leave here now. I'm not someone who can be seduced " He threatened and he meant it. His voice was ruthless and he was so scary that a not drunk me would have never dared to do what I did next.

"You this jerk. How could you let me go just because I said so?" I sobbed crawling into his room fully.

He squinted dangerously and shut the door, locking it behind. He scooped me from the floor harshly and stared into my soul.

"Who are you? Are you a spy who is pretending to be drunk? Did Castilo send you here? I promise you that you won't leave here alive" He said.

My drunkenness wasn't able to ignore the fear I felt this time because I was finally terrified.

"What are you talking about? Who the fuck is Castilo? I don't know anyone here. I just came with my best friend Taylor. Please don't hurt me" I begged, crying profusely.

"Are you telling the truth?" He demanded

"Yes. I swear it" I replied "You're hurting me" I cried out.

His grip on my hand loosened and his gaze on me softened a bit. I stared at his beautiful eyes. I reached out and removed his mask. My eyes beheld the most beautiful face I had ever seen in my entire life. Our eyes were locked on each other and I continued to admire the face I was looking at.

His face was as though it took God seven working days to mold. His face was a whitish pale, it was a face that one would ascribe to that of a vampire. His lashes were long like that of a woman. His lips were curved dangerously and his black hair was unruly as a few strands played around his beautiful face.

"You're so beautiful" I said, brushing his hair from his face. It was as though I was enchanted. How can a man be so beautiful? He looked at me intently, still trying to gauge me. I touched his lips with my fingertips and he held them.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked

"Kiss me!" I blurted out.

"What?" He asked in utter confusion. He wasn't able to keep a straight face anymore.

I crashed my lips into his without warning and just left it there. I closed my eyes tightly.

He pulled away and I lowered my eyes in embarrassment.

"Is this your first kiss?" He taunted as his mouth curved wickedly.

I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"No" I lied.

He grabbed my waist.

"I can tell it is with how you just left your lips hanging" He said, relishing my embarrassment.

"Let me teach you how to do it" He teased, raising my head up with his hand. He ravished my lips. He chewed them softly first before he forced them open with his tongue. I drew in a sharp breath and my knees weakened immediately.

He grabbed me tighter so my jelly legs wouldn't collapse to the floor. The feeling I felt was sensational. It was foreign but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever felt.

He consumed my lips sucking on them like there were cherries. He teased my mouth and touched every corner possible with his tongue. I held onto him tightly. The pleasure was just too much for me and my body vibrated vigorously.

A moan escaped out of my lips to my surprise. Did I just moan? He kept on kissing me and my body collapsed into his like jelly. I felt a tingling sensation in my vagina and it was mushy down there.

"Touch my boobs" I begged but he didn't it was as though he didn't hear me. I carried his big hands and placed them on my boobs and shivers ran through my entire body like electricity

I moaned again. I was completely lost in the mad lust I was feeling right now. I held unto him and my fingernails dug into his chest. He continued to kiss me. He flipped up my gown and pressed my soft buttocks. Without warning he yanked off my panties and my eyes held bubbling excitement.

He touched the lips of my vagina and the ecstasy my body felt was unexplainable. My body shook aggressively. He caressed my pussy lovingly and he tried making his way into my pussy with a finger. I let out a slight scream as I felt a momentary sharp pain that quickly escaped as fast as it had come and when it felt like my body was about to explode, he withdrew his finger.

I opened my eyes that were shut tightly since and desire was evident in my eyes. I moved forward to close the gap between us and kiss him again and but he stepped back.

"What's a virgin doing in a party like this?" He asked

"Kiss me" I begged desperately.

"No. Don't be so cheap! Get out!" He said harshly.

I was perplexed. He was just enjoying this stuff as much as I was and he was probably happy to have met a gullible drunk girl throwing herself at him because I could feel it. So why the drastic change of mind? Because I was a virgin?

I felt a sharp pain in my chest as the words sliced through my heart like a knife. That was all I needed to snap out of this drunken madness. I staggered and fell to the floor.

I gave into the darkness.