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painfully against my pants.
    The moment was broken when her friend came stumbling onto the dance floor. I made myself scarce once more, circling the bar. Her friend started searching for me and I couldn’t help but smile, knowing my kitten was excited about seeing me again. She danced for a few more songs, thoroughly letting go and enjoying herself. I was so happy that she wasn’t letting that asshole ruin her night. After watching her do nothing but go to work and school for months, I knew she needed this night out.
    When her favorite song came on next, though, I knew I needed to be near her. I needed to know what she smelled like and how soft her skin was. Her friend had once again let her go dance alone, so this was my chance. I noticed some creepy asshole staring at her from across the bar and felt like something was off about him. I would take care of him after this song. It was time for Lily to feel me against her. I silently walked up behind her and moved my hands to her hips. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Don’t turn around” and waited for her to start moving her hips again.
    I sang some of the lyrics to her and pressed her lightly against me. She’d never heard my voice before, so I wanted to give her something to think about later. I took a deep breath and smelled the vanilla in her hair. She smelled like my very own dessert...that I wanted to devour right then and there. I saw that chubby asshole who had been staring at her get up and go towards the exit, so I reluctantly stepped away from her. I followed him out to the parking lot where he lit up a cigarette and went to his car. Thinking that he was done here for the night, I went back in to find Lily. I wanted to make sure she got home ok and maybe talk to her one last time. She was saying goodbye to her friend so I gave her some privacy and waited on the sidelines in the dark.

Chapter Four
     
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    Lily
     
    I was sober enough by now to head out for some fresh air. I needed to get home…to what I wasn’t sure of. I kissed Emma on the cheek, made sure she was good by herself, and made my way outside. I walked quickly to my car, feeling eyes on me yet again. I scanned the lot, but there were so many cars that I’d never be able to find him. I opened my door, only to feel it being pushed closed. My nostrils were assaulted with whiskey and stale cigarettes and a masculine voice said, “Hey baby, what’s the rush?” I froze in fear and slowly turned around. I was greeted by the beady eyes and drunken sneer of a very large stranger. I mumbled that he must have mistaken me for someone else. He laughed, making my heart pound, and he said, “Nope, you’re the fat slut from the dance floor.” I cringed at the word fat, knowing I should be used to it by now.
    I tried to sidestep my way out but he quickly put both of his beefy arms onto my Beetle, effectively trapping me. I began to panic and couldn’t think straight. All I could smell was his putrid breath, and all I could see were those beady eyes burning with hatred and lust. I took a deep breath, willing myself to think. I could scream, but he might hit me or pull a weapon. I could hit my car’s panic button, but no one pays attention to car alarms anymore. I could try to kick him in the groin, but I feared I might miss and piss him off. I was out of options and in an all-out panic when I caught a glint of silver at his throat. A deep voice almost whispered, “Back away from the lady and I won’t slit your throat from ear to ear.” His eyes grew wide in fear as he took a step backwards. I instantly recognized that whisper. I held my breath, waiting for this scene to play out.
    My attacker tried to turn around, but green eyes held the knife a little closer. I could see a drop of blood trickle down my attacker’s thick throat and I felt a small thrill at being rescued. Green eyes started to slowly walk backwards, pulling my attacker with him. Once they were about 10 feet away from