1997

My hair pulled back into a slick braid, and attired smartly in a red velvet tuxedo, my appearance is to die for. I'm currently at Suzie's Showbar – a club not far from where I live. My main aim tonight is to find a girl that'll fall for me as much as I fall for her.

Standing off at the side of the dance floor, my eyes scan the room, seeing mostly dancers, couples making out, and the odd alcoholic sharing a laugh with their friends. I plan to join in with the next dance; it'll be the couples' dance, where I will mostly likely find someone for myself.

As I turn my head, she suddenly comes from behind the curtain. Her eyes are heavily made-up with eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara; her cheeks darkened artificially; her lips rouged to match the dress she wears. Her name is Suzie, and she owns the place – hence it being named Suzie's Showbar.

She struts slowly over to the dance floor, earning the attention of every man in the room. Any typical man would be a fool to avoid her – she's effortlessly sexy, and her style unique yet wonderful. Added to that, she's the town's sweetheart; loved by every person who knows her.

However, there is one thing about her that not everyone knows – she's not quite the sweetheart that everyone thinks she is. Every man she's tangoed, fox-trotted or waltzed with has left the Showbar, never to return again. Why? Because once Suzie's got your number, it's a fact that the way she treats you will quite literally be to die for.

Yes – there can sometimes be blood on the dance floor, but only from the men she dislikes. If she dances with a man, only to decide that he's not right for her, he's not going home. Instead, he's got a one-way ticket to death. It's understandable that some people decide not to dance with her – but the ones who do, have no idea about her little game.

And it's not like some men have the choice, either – whoever Suzie wants to dance with, Suzie dances with. Even if the man knows about her little charade, they're forced to face an uncertain doom by dancing with her. Luckily, I know about it, so perhaps I can avoid her.

She takes centre stage on the dance floor, striking a sensual starting pose. The room falls silent, grabbing everyone's attentions. Her eyes move slowly around the room, examining everyone she sees, until her gaze falls on me. Then, she gradually comes out of her position, only to point in my direction.

She's found me.

Her index finger gestures at me to come forward, causing me to swallow nervously. Calm down, Michael. All she wants to do is dance ... maybe she'll like you, and spare your life. You don't have a choice now, anyway ...

Adjusting my tuxedo jacket, and fiddling with the cufflinks on my sleeves, I take the short but nerve-wracking walk towards Suzie. All eyes are on me right now, so with each step I take, the feeling of conspicuousness rises, leaving a terrible anxious pain in my stomach.

Arriving opposite her, she looks me up and down, before taking both my hands in hers. "Name, sir?" she requests, her voice sharp yet seductive. She raises her eyebrows in anticipation of my answer, which I quickly give to her.

"Michael." My tone is confident, but it's all just a front. In reality, I'm dying on the inside from how worried I am about this dance. Why did I come here? I'll never forgive myself for this.

"Hmm ... " She whips her head around, clicking her finger, "Music!" Her head then turns back around to face me, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face, "Now, we dance, Michael."

As the music starts to play, she takes me around the dance floor, whilst I try to keep up as best as possible. One wrong movement could potentially kill me, so I'm going to try and be as efficient with my moves as possible. Before too long, I start to hear clapping and cheering from the other people here, which assures me that I'm doing well. My confidence begins to increase, as I start performing moves with Suzie that even she has probably never learnt how to do.

"They love you." Suzie's voice brings me out of my trance. Whenever I dance, I seem to get so lost in the music that nothing can really bring me out of it. Suzie, however, has managed to do so with ease.

Feeling bold, I smile down at her, "Well, it's probably more for you, but thank you." Part of me is now telling me that she isn't as bad as some have made her out to be.

Continuing to dance, she chuckles a little. "You know, you're not half bad at this," she praises, starting to dance quicker, "But you know I'll always be the best. You shouldn't mess with the best ... don't you think?"

"Of course I think that, too. You'll always outshine anyone, Suzie."

My attempts at sweet-talking her seem to work, as she gives me what appears to be a genuine smile, "You know how to flatter the ladies, Michael." She moves her eyes down my body, "Sexy, too. It leaves me speechless that you've not got a girlfriend."

A short breath passes my lips, "Well, I'm just open, really." Feeling the need to elaborate, I continue, "I mean, I've been looking for someone for a while. Someone who shares a lot in common with me."

As we continue dancing, Suzie snickers a little, "Well, I have, too. People think that I'm an easy target. Oh, how wrong they are. I want someone genuine. Someone who would die for me, should they need to."

The way she describes her "type" worries me a little. She wants a man that'll die for her? Well, she's had plenty of them in her years as a dancer. Plenty.

"Well, I'm sure that man will come exceptionally soon." The music is coming to an end, now, and thankfully, Suzie doesn't seem to want to kill me yet, "You just need to keep searching."

We strike our end position, which involves me holding Suzie close, my frame towering over hers. Our faces are now close; our noses almost touching.

"Good dance, Michael."

"You too, Suzie. Maybe we could do this another time."

I turn around to walk away, but she grabs me quickly. Having no time to react, she wraps her arms around my neck and forces her lips against mine, with such violence that I'm almost sent falling back. But then, something within me tells me, "Michael, this girl likes you. You're safe now" ... and so I kiss her back, soaking up the applause and cheers from everyone around us.

Eventually, she separates her lips from my own, before giving me a sexy smile. I feel like I'm putty in her hands, now – like I'll just do anything she wants me to do. I'm not gonna die any time soon; she really likes me.

She grabs my hand tightly, dragging me off the dance floor. The way she's heading, it appears as though we're going upstairs. She's making me feel such a way, that I don't even feel like complaining about this. She just has that aura about her, that is suddenly incredibly attractive to me.

We make it upstairs, arriving at a door marked "Suzie's Room". Man, I'm in for a great night ahead of me. I can already see pictures of what's going to happen in my head ... and they're turning me on badly. Lord, let me get in this room, now, because this girl has brainwashed me into being so sexually attracted to her, that it isn't even funny.

She unlocks the door, opening it to reveal a bedroom, with a four-poster bed, with red curtains pulled around it; a red closet with orange, purple and black beads draped over the doors; and a red rug in the centre of the room in the shape of a love heart.

Suzie turns opposite me, resting her fingers lightly against my stomach. My stomach is my turn-on point, so Lord help the consequences if she continues touching me here, "Michael, do me a favour?"

My eyes lock on hers, the feeling of wanting her so badly invading my senses, "Yes?" My mind has become clouded with lust, now. I'll do anything to have her.

"Will you just kiss me?" Her tone becomes desperate; as if she's begging. That's incredibly sexy to me.

Without saying a single word, I push her against the wall of her bedroom, slamming the door as I harshly press my lips against hers in a passionate kiss. It immediately becomes intense; our tongues get involved rather soon after the make-out session has started. An overwhelming feeling of pleasure is almost causing me to burst right now.

"Michael." She groans deeply as my lips move down to her neck, to create a love bite, "Michael, baby, I want to get something. I think you'll like it." It takes all my strength to pull away, but when I do, I notice that her eyes are glazed-over from our intimate time together, "Just give me a second; I'll be right back."

She walks over to the closet, opening it just wide enough for her to see, but not myself. She fumbles around for a moment, before finally closing it. Her body turns around to face mine, then she reveals what's in her hands – handcuffs.

"Oh, a dominant female. I like that." I wink at her, but being Michael, it's more like two windscreen wipers crashing together, rather than a wink, "Well, arrest me, girl ... "

"With pleasure." She bites her lip, wrapping the handcuffs around my wrists, "Now, go stand in the corner. Do you like standing up for this sort of game?"

With each word she speaks, I can feel myself becoming more turned-on. "It's my favourite position to play this sort of game in," I answer, watching her slowly remove her shawl, followed by her high heels, "Girl, you're teasing me now."

She gives me a closed-mouth smile, a laugh audible through her breath. "I love to tease the men I love," she informs me, slowly starting to undo the zip on her dress.

Watching her do this so, so slowly, I almost feel like it's torture. I'm growing harder, but at the speed she's going, nothing will be done tonight, and I need her body right this instant.

Before she's fully undone the zip, she approaches me once again, coming increasingly close to me. Obviously changing her mind, she does the zip back up on the dress, leaving me disappointed. However, to make up for it, she kisses me once again, so much so that the disappointment subsides quickly.

Uncontrollable groans come from my lips, but then I feel something sharp touch my chest, which causes me to jump. Breaking the kiss, my eyes look down to see what caused the feeling.

"I need a man who will die for me," Suzie chuckles, a hint of evilness in her tone.

My eyes move down her arm, until they stop at her hand.

And in her hand ... is a knife.

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