A/N:
WARNING
Scenes which involve close encounters of sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised.

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"Yep. Come on let's go!" Darby says excitedly as she grabs my hand and leads us out of the house. This night is gonna be interesting.

As we roll up outside the club, we can already hear the loud music coming from inside.

We all get out of the car and look up at the building which has a scary, muscular bouncer standing outside with his arms folded. The building is a simple brick building with a huge neon purple sign on it that says "The Vortex". We can see lights and lasers faintly through the tinted, almost blacked out windows and I wonder what the point of even having windows is if you're just gonna black them out.

"This is where the magic happens my friends," Max says as he winks at me and begins to strut with confidence up to the club. He shows the bouncer his ID and the bouncer nods as he lets him in. We all do the same and then follow Max into the building.

We are instantly greeted by the stench of alcohol and the loud, ear-pounding sound of club music. Lights flash about in the dark room and green and blue lasers dance around the walls as people are packed into the building, jumping about and cheering. These are all club rats. It's not even 8:15 and they're already smashed out of their heads.

"Let's get WASTED! First three rounds on me!" Max yells as he leads us all over to the bar.

We all take a seat in front of the bar and Max orders three rounds of tequila shots for us all. I'm not used to drinking shots. I don't remember the last time I even thought about having them.

We all clink the shot glasses together and down them quickly. The taste burns my mouth and throat and it takes every muscle within me to not go into a fit. I rrmember my first yime drinking and my face scrunches up and I see everyone else pick up the second so I do the same. We do another shot and the taste once again burns my throat. We do this one more time and I shiver.

"That was horrible!" I yell above the music.

"But it was fun right?" Max laughs, his speech is already slightly slurred.

"No!" Phil answers for me. I look over at him and see his face is disgusted too. He, like me, was obviously not a heavy drinker. Do they even drink in heaven? Has he ever had a drink in his life?

"Lightweights." Darby laughs. "Come on let's all dance!"

Darby grabs mine and Phil's hand and pulls us to our feet. Max follows and we are all stood on the dance floor,  surrounded by dancing, drunk clubbers.

"F*ck it!" I say and I start bouncing along to the music with Darby and Max. Phil then joins in and we're all dancing.

I can feel the shots getting to my head already and I let go of all my worries of the world around me. I can't believe it but I'm actually having fun.

"Another round of shots?" Max asks drunkenly.

"No!" Phil and I both answer in unison.

"I'll get us all a drink." Darby offers. "To thank y'all for bringing me out." She pats me on the shoulder and then stumbles towards the bar.

Phil, Max and I continue dancing and cheering happily, not a care in the world. My vision is slightly skewed from the alcohol but I'm still having a good time. I look over to the bar and see Darby having a flirty conversation with the big hunk of muscle working the bar.

"Well, that's Darby gone for the rest of the night!" I yell, pointing over to my friend as she playfully giggles at something the bartender said.

Max laughs. "Typical Darbs going after the guy with the huge biceps."

"I need to pee!" Phil tells us. "I'm gonna go pee."

Phil walks away, weaving nervously through the crowd to try and find the bathroom.

Max and I look at each other and he winks.

"You look gorgeous tonight, by the way, Sam." He smirks as he moves closer and puts his hands on my hips as he bobs slightly to the music.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Max," I smirk back up at him with a laugh. It's fun to flirt, even if it's just a little. But it's meaningless. I don't want to do anything with him.

Max licks his bottom lip and then bites it as he looks at mine and then back into my eyes. "You know what I'm craving, gorgeous?" Max smirks.

I gulp, slightly nervous for some reason. "What're you craving?"

"A cigarette." He says, pulling me a little closer. "Come with me to the smoke room at the back?" Max asks as he stares directly into my eyes, making me feel nervous.

"But Phil will be back in a minute," I say, desperately grasping any excuse to not go with him. "And we better keep an eye on Darby."

"I'll only be five minutes and Darby will be fine. And if Phil comes back then he can watch her."

It feels weird to hear Max actually say Phil's name. I look at Darby who is still in a flirty conversation with the bartender. She leans forward on the bar, showcasing her boobs as she talks casually (or as casually as a drunk person can talk) to the muscular man.

"Fine, but don't be too long okay?" I say.

Max smirks and holds my hand as he walks through the crowd to the back of the club. His grip is tight. Very tight.

He opens a door at the back of the club. I almost missed it, it blends in so well. We walk into the room and see that nobody else is there.

Max shuts the door behind him and I suddenly feel very nervous.

He turns around and puts his hands on my hips again, looking down into my eyes.

I start to walk back, nervously, to try to make some space between me and the tall man but Max walks forward. I bump into the wall behind me and gulp as I look up at Max. He stands inches away from me with a firm grip on my waist.

"Max? What're you doing?" I ask as he looks me up and down, giving a long lingering glance at my chest as he licks his lips

Max leans in close to me and puts his face close to my neck, breathing me in. "You smell so good Sam." He breathes, ignoring my question. I feel his hot breath on my neck and his grip on my waist tightens. I feel very uncomfortable.

I then feel his tongue glide across my neck and I shiver uncomfortably. "Max stop." I say, wiggling under the man's grasp to try and get him to loosen his grip. But he doesn't.

He then kisses my neck and his hand slides down to my leg, pushing up my dress slightly.

"Max! Stop!" I say louder, shoving him away from me.

"Come on baby don't play hard to get. I've seen the way you look at me." He then grips my wrists and pins them either side of my head. I try to wiggle out of his grasp but he's too strong.

He forcefully pushes his lips onto mine and I try to push him away, to no avail. He kisses me roughly and he uses one hand to pin both my wrists above my head so one of his hands are free. He pulls away for a moment and I look at him pathetically. I want to scream but I know no one will hear me through the closed door and loud music. It'd be a waste of breath.

"Please just stop. I don't want to." I beg.

"Just let it happen, babe, it'll be better if you just relax and enjoy it..." He whispers into my ear as he slides his hand up the length of my leg and pushes up my dress.

He slides his hand down into my underwear and i flinch, closing my eyes tight and wishing for this to all be over but before he can do anything else, the door opens suddenly.

Max gasps quickly and turns his head to see who opened the door as he snatches his hand away.

"Samantha!" Phil says as he stands in the doorway.

I stand there with my hands pinned above my head and my dress pushed up above my waist. A tear or two rolls down my face and Max is breathless.

"Get away from her you sadistic creep!" Phil says angrily.

Max pulls me towards him and wraps his arms around me so I can't move. He's panicking. He didn't expect anyone to find us. He holds me tight as if I'm a hostage.

"Look, pretend you didn't see anything and you can have a go," Max says as if I'm some sort of toy. I feel dirty just hearing that. Have a go? What kind of messed up person would say something so degrading and vile? Well I know at least one kind of person. And he's holding me right now.

"Have a go?" Phil spits in such disgust that I wasn't even aware he was capable of feeling. "You're disgusting. Let her go NOW." Phil steps forward into the room and his eyes flare for a minute. Then, his wings sprout from his back without warning, sending a gush of enraged wind throughout the room, knocking us both back slightly. He's enraged.

Max let's go of me suddenly and his eyes widen in shock. "What...what the F*CK?! What the f*ck are you?!" He says shakily. "What the hell are they? How did you do that?"

"Leave. Now." Phil growls as he takes a step further into the room. His voice is so deep and otherworldly that even I'm scared. Max runs out of the room, tripping over in the process before getting up and running again.

I stand there, completely in shock, shaking with fear and tears rolling down my face. With shaky hands, I pull my dress back down and wipe my face.

Phil's wings slowly fall to the ground and fade out of sight. He walks towards me with a sorry look and pulls me in for a comforting, warm, soft embrace.

"I'm so sorry Samantha... I should've been here sooner..." He whispers. I don't respond. I don't know how.