Twenty-seven - Drama day in Club NAG

"Cherise!" The man hollowed from where he was. "Come out, come out whereever you are..." he sang. "You dirty little whore. Where are you hiding? I need you to walk up to me, I need to see your face!"

Chloe could manage to see everyone checking around in thier squatting position as though they knew the person he was referring to.

The man whose face looked naturally lazy took on a rather mischeivious smile as he took little steps towards his right. "Cherise? Where are you Cherise? If you don't want me to blow you and I up, come out now!"

"Okay!" a shaky voice replied from a corner. It was the lady from earlier with the thick make-up. Slowly, she made it out, gaining a look of distaste from the man who had called her out. "Collins..." she said with a bit of tremble.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? Look at you, you are dressed like a complete whore. My freaking wife is out here having fun dressed like this." His anger filled eyes roamed her short, glittering gown whose length had folded to worsen matters for her.

With surrending arms up, she said as she moved closer, "Collins, please take it easy. This is not what this looks like."

"Do you think I am a fool?" He bellowed. Chloe stirred at his sudden loud voice likewise did his woman get startled. "You do this everyday. You say you are going out with your friends, yet here you are sharing your body with other men."

"Collins..."

"If you are going to continue treating me this way, you might as well die and I am going to make sure of it." The evil in his eyes, the anger in his body, Chloe wondered how one could be so filled with toxic thoughts. Whatever happened to breaking up with a cheating partner, she thought.

"Collins, you don't mean that."

"Oh, trust me, I do."

"At least let everyone else go, or let us take this home. Please..." she moved in even closer to him and made to hug him. As he gave in to her hug, her elbow went to work and jammed the device in his hand off and into an unknown distance. After, she kicked him.

And, as soon as his howl filled the room, the quiet crowd scattered, everyone ran out to anywhere they deemed safe. It became very rowdy.

As Chloe wondered what to do about the man who was about to molest her, she heard a scuffle from behind and realized her target was about to flee.

And since the idea of her efforts being in vain did not sit right with her, she weasled her way towards him and grabbed him by his left leg.

"What the..." He turned. "You are not supposed to be awake."

She moved even closer to tighten her grip. "Well, I am."

"Uhm... fine, let go of my leg."

She tightened her hold. "I am sorry, I can't."

"Let go." He budged again, his face now starting to wear some kind of despair.

"I am sorry, I can't."

His face was almost crying as her hold didn't relax a bit. "Please let go. If you are sorry, let go."

Chloe wondered what he was so scared of.

A distant siren gave her a suitable reply.

"I am sorry, I can't let go."

"Oh, man!" He budged even harder, his shoe hitting Chloe's chin with a huge force. The latter fell back as the pain resonated through her entire system but when she saw he was already having a chance to run away, she crawled with haste towards him, grabbed his leg again and bit deep into his skin causing him to cry out.

"That's for kicking me."

"You bitch!" He came crashing onto the ground, his eyes full of pain.

Seeing advantage to keep him down, she crawled to his behind and from there she locked his neck with her arm, startling him even more.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know," she said with a strain as she tightened her grip, he groaned. "I think I am making soup on your head."

"Why are you doing this?"

"If you will just sit down and cooperate, you will find out soon," she snarled at him.

"You will regret this."

She pulled hard at his hair, he cried out and she said with a low voice, "Just sit pretty. Sebastian where the hell are you?"

"Sorry, all the cops outside are making it difficult to gain assess. I think there really is a bomb in there and they don't want anyone in. But don't worry, I am working on getting you out now." He sounded like he was on the run.

Chloe sighed. It wasn't supposed to get that complicated. As she turned her head towards the room, she noticed people were still inside. They were not many, but they were being wary of Collins who now had Cherise with a knife to her throat, threatening every one not to come close.

It was definitely drama day in Club NAG.

"Let me go you bitch. You are suffocating me." Chloe didn't have the intention of killing him. No one did. So she loosened her grip.

But he took it as an opportunity such that in between, within a small second, he grabbed her by the hand and had her back on the ground. Without wasting time, he made a run for it. But the thoroughly trained Chloe was fast enough to grab his leg, dragging him down.

"Why are you always after my leg?"

She got up, walked to him and had him locked with her straddling him and pinning his arms above him. "Where else do you want me to grab you?" she asked. "Your  dick?" He smiled. She sneered.

But her hold was not so strong. He had more strength then his appearance gave off. Before she knew it, he was the one straddlig her, his weight already crushing her. With a smile of victory, he leaned closer and said. "I would rather you suck my dick."

"You..." she made to punch him in the chest but he was quick to get hold of her hands.

"I am going to enjoy dealing with you."

"Oh you wish." She fought to get out of his hold.

"Give up sweetheart. This won't hurt." With her breathing getting ragged, she watched him as he reached for something in his pocket. "This won't hurt at all." The syringe in his hand already looked deadly without Chloe knowing it was. And as she watched him prepare the needle for insertion, she could only wish for some more strength or some help.

"Sebastian, where are you?" she muttered as the man's hands cleaned her arm. Soon, she felt the sharp end of the needle and she shivered. As she shut her eyes to reach for some extra strength to fight him off, he came crashing onto her side.

Startled yet grateful, with her chest rising and falling dramatically, she opened her eyes to see who her knight in a not so shining armour was.

"Nathaniel?" her voice came out without hiding her surprise.