It was a quiet night. But for Hevelne, silence was nowhere to be found.
Young partygoers were packed tightly together, swaying in rhythm to the pulsating music under the dim lights. The atmosphere was alive with heat, energy, and chaos. To Kenny, however, the music was deafening, and the crowd nothing but a bunch of disgraceful people. He never liked these kinds of places. He’d only tried a club once during his university days when some classmates had invited him. But after that night, he couldn’t bear it. The noise, the chaos—it wasn’t for him.
He vividly remembered telling Maisy that places like these were no place for someone like her. She was too pure, too innocent. A bar like this could only ruin her.
So, when he found himself standing at the entrance of the bar, following Maisy inside, he couldn’t believe it. She seemed so familiar with the place, too. She was a world apart from the shy, innocent girl he knew. Kenny barely stepped inside before he lost sight of her in the crowd.
Meanwhile, Maisy was already making her way toward the man who had messaged her earlier. His eyes lit up with excitement when he saw her. Without missing a beat, he slipped her a pill, which she swallowed without hesitation. Soon, she was pulled toward the dance floor, the drug quickly taking effect. Her inhibitions melted away, and she began dancing, her body moving against the hot guy’s as if she were entranced.
The other partygoers barely noticed. They were all too absorbed in their own indulgence, intoxicated by the music, the drinks, and the carefree atmosphere.
Kenny spent hours searching for Maisy, growing more and more frustrated. Just when he was starting to doubt his decision, he spotted her. She was dancing—no, grinding—against the man in a way that was completely foreign to the Maisy he knew. Her face was plastered with heavy makeup, her expression one of sheer enjoyment. She didn’t care that the man was touching her, running his hands all over her body.
She had discarded her jacket, leaving only a skimpy tube top that clung to her, threatening to fall off at any moment. Kenny was stunned, his jaw practically hitting the floor. This wasn’t the Maisy he had grown up with. It was like looking at a stranger, and the shock of it left him speechless.
Maisy, oblivious to Kenny’s presence, continued to lose herself in the moment. The man, clearly enjoying himself, held her chin and kissed her passionately.
Kenny could take no more. He snapped out of his daze and rushed toward her, fury building in his chest.
“How’s the goods?” the man asked, a smug grin on his face.
Maisy, completely intoxicated by the moment, leaned into him and answered with a smile. “It’s fantastic. But… can you make my night even better?”
The man grinned wider. “Bathroom?”
Maisy’s eyes sparkled, ready to follow him. But before they could leave, she was suddenly yanked back.
“Who the hell—?” she screamed in frustration, her voice cutting through the noise of the club.
Kenny’s blood boiled as he heard her curse. His heart raced, but he managed to growl out, “Maisy!”
That one word was enough to break through her dazed state. Her eyes widened, the fog of the drug lifting slightly as she recognized her brother’s voice.
“Kenny!” she exclaimed.
Without another word, Kenny grabbed her and started dragging her out of the bar. Neither of them noticed that someone had been recording the whole scene, from the moment Maisy took the pill to the moment Kenny yanked her out of the club.
The hot guy, seeing his prize being taken away from him, instinctively moved to block their way.
Kenny didn’t hesitate. With a single shove, he sent the man stumbling back. “Get lost!” he spat.
Maisy, her mind still clouded and confused, followed her brother out of the bar. The cold night air hit her skin as Kenny tossed her into the car. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts and questions, trying to make sense of everything.
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