Leave me alone, ESCORT

Chapter 2

/Jane's pov/

After another half an hour or so, we were finally ushered into the club without any issues or delays. The doorman didn't even bother to look at our identification. I jumped up and down, squealing with delight, as soon as we walked through the door.

"Wow, this is fantastic!" I screamed, grabbing his hand, and dragging him to the dance floor right then and there. The music was playing at such a high volume that you could almost feel the vibrations through the ground.

After a couple of songs, he leaned in close to my ear and said, "Let's get a drink." As soon as I nodded, he took my hand in his and led me to the bar. We had a quick drink and then immediately returned to the dance floor, losing ourselves in the beat of the loud music once more. While he was talking to me, he had one hand on my backside, which made me feel bothered and hot. Immediately after, I tangled my hands in his hair and kissed him with everything I had left in me. The fact that we'd only been inside for an hour had made me eager to leave. The club was fantastic, but what I really wanted was what we had planned for the following night – a night with him in his company.

"Do you want to come with me?" I inquired as I ran my hands down his chest and across his shoulders. He looked at me with a grin and nodded enthusiastically. Since we were both sixteen years old, he had been ready to take our relationship to the next level for the previous six months. However, we had agreed to wait until we were both sixteen to do so.

He took my hand and we made our way out of the club, weaving our way through the throngs of inebriated people who were milling about having a good time with their friends. The man who I had spoken to in the line outside, John, stepped out in front of us and held his hand out in front of us to signal that we should come to a halt as we approached the stairs leading down to the front lobby.

"Greetings, Princess. "How do you feel about that dance?" he inquired, taking a long, slow look at me.

"Thanks, but no thanks, we're leaving," I said confidently.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe that." He smiled and grabbed my hand, yanking me forward and away from Sam in the process. The corners of my mouth popped open in surprise.

"Get your f**king hands off her!" says the narrator. Sam took a step forward and growled threateningly. It was with wide eyes that I looked back at him, wondering if there was going to be some sort of fight. Without giving me time to process what had happened, someone grabbed him from behind and secured his arms behind his back with their hands.

I struggled to free myself from John's grip, tearing my hand away from his. "Get the f*ck off my back! Allow him to go! No, I don't want to dance with you; I'm going to leave with my boyfriend!" I screamed in frustration.

This confrontation didn't seem to bother John in the least, as he flashed a wicked smile at me. "One dance is all I ask, and then you're free to go," he said, dismissively waving his hand in the air. When Sam made a ferocious snorting sound, the individual who was holding him shoved him roughly against the wall, effectively holding him there. I screamed and frantically looked around for some assistance.

"For f**k's sake, don't do it! "You touch her, and I'll put you to death!" Sam let out a snarl.

"No one ever speaks to me in that manner!" John yelled angrily at the top of his lungs.

He took a step forward and punched Sam in the face, splitting his lip in the process, breaking it. Almost immediately, blood began to flow down his face. Clearly preparing to deliver a second blow, John pulled his arm back slightly. He appeared to be homicidally enraged, with his entire face contorted in rage. When I realized that this guy was going to hurt Sam, panic rushed through my body. That was something I couldn't allow to happen. I wouldn't do it.

“No! Okay, okay, I'll get up and dance! "Please don't hurt him, please," I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks as I pleaded for one last dance.

"No, Jane!" says the narrator. Sam screamed, blood splattered on the floor beneath him. The sight of his blood-stained face caused my chin to quiver as I looked him in the eyes. When my heart started beating so quickly, I was convinced I was going to pass out.

"Don't worry about it. "I don't mind doing one dance," I lied, forcing a small smile on my face.

As I approached the dance floor, John laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him. He drew me close to him, wrapping his arms around me tightly, his face inches away from mine. He cried out as he did so. I felt sick to my stomach, and my skin crawled. I kept my face turned away, refusing to look at him as he ground his crotch into my hip with his other hand. Bile began to rise in my throat, so I swallowed it down quickly. In the process, one of his hands slipped down to my ass, and the other slipped down to my thigh. I closed my eyes and wished for the song to end; my body was trembling with anger and fear as I did so. Just praying that they didn't do anything to Sam while I wasn't there.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the song came to a close. As I pressed my hands against his chest, he didn't let go; instead, he squeezed my hands even tighter, his laughter filling the room.

"You know, Princess, you're absolutely stunning," he said as he whispered in my ear.

"Please, you said one dance, please," I pleaded, squirming out of his grip as he continued to hold me.

"I've come to a different conclusion. "One kiss isn't enough," he purred as he kissed the back of my neck.

The panic washed over me as I squirmed, trying to put some distance between us. I gasped and pushed him again, trying to put some distance between us. This time, he sank his fingers into my sides with great force. Pain shot through my body, causing me to sob, but no one could hear me because the music was still thumping all around.

“Please! "Can you tell me why you're doing this?" I broke down, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He wiped my tears away with his hands as he ran it up my face. It was almost a moan of appreciation in his breath as he said, "Mmm." In the process, he slipped his hand under my dress and rubbed his fingers against the inside of my pant legs.

I immediately clamped my legs together in an attempt to deter him from touching me. “No! Please allow me to leave. Sam!” I screamed and thrashed around, desperately trying to break free from his grip. No one even batted an eyelid when we walked by.

Then he sneered and shoved me violently towards the stairwell. "Fine, let's go find your precious Sam," he said. It was all I could do to get up the stairs as fast as my legs would allow me to go. Throughout the entire process, my heart was in my throat. When I reached the top, my gaze was drawn to Sam, who was still being restrained against the wall by the same blond man who had been there before. As soon as he saw me, he began to struggle against the hands that were holding him back. "Please let him go," I pleaded as I made my way closer to him. I noticed John nod his head, and the other guy immediately released his grip. As soon as he was free, Sam snatched me by the shoulders and pushed me behind him in a protective manner.

The sneering John mused, "Whoa, easy there boy, no harm done." "Whoa, easy there boy, no harm done." "Despite the fact that your girlfriend over there is sexy as hell." He licked his lips as he took a long, slow look at me.

The way he was looking at me made my skin crawl as I sank into Sam's back and cried out for help. Suddenly, Sam charged at him, his fist connecting with John's stomach as he fell. Suddenly, John fell to the ground and the two men with whom he was traveling grabbed Sam once more as the latter struggled against their grasp. I looked around for assistance, but no one came to my aid. What was going on? Why wasn't anyone assisting us? Despite the fact that people were drinking, laughing, and dancing around us, they weren't even bothering to look in our direction as the music thumped and vibrated off of the walls around them.

My hands were trembling, and my heart was racing at an alarming rate. I was already aware that they were planning to harm him. It was all I could think about: he'd told us we could leave, and John had told us we could leave, so why did Sam have to do something like that?

"Please, please!" says the author. I screamed as one man grabbed him and the other punched him repeatedly in the stomach with his fists. In an attempt to pull him away, I grabbed at the person who was hitting him. However, John's arms wrapped around my shoulders, lifting me off my feet and pulling me back a few paces.

"Door," John yelled angrily at the door.

Sam was being dragged away by the blond guy, who nodded in acknowledgment. It took everything in me not to jerk free of John's grasp and dash after them, still crying and screaming hysterically. He was dragged through a fire door by his captors. Just as I reached out to try to assist him once more, John snatched my arm and slammed the door shut behind him, resulting in us being forced to exit through some sort of fire escape.

He threw me backward, causing me to lose my footing and fall into the wall behind him. My side of the head made contact with the rough bricks, and the pain and shock of it caused my vision to become blurry. It felt like there was a small trickle of blood running down the side of my face. In an effort to fight against the pain that was making my legs weak, I squeezed my eyes closed.

My ears picked up Sam's grunting and groaning, and I forced my eyes open against the blackness that was attempting to swallow me whole. When he was lying on the floor, they began kicking him; his face was smeared with blood, and his eyes were wide with fear.