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name, but it was something
too ridiculous to take in. I sipped it, surprised that it tasted like heaven
and slid down my throat so easily, I couldn’t even taste the alcohol.
    Penzance laughed and pointed to my empty
glass, happy to go and get more. I felt everything in me loosen up, and the
only thumping in me soon was the music. I wanted to dance, and I yelled that to
Penzance. She wasted no time in grabbing my wrist and pulling me onto the
floor. We weaved between people, Penzance’s iron grip on my wrist and her fast
pace meant that there was no going back. When we were where she decided was the
best place to be, she released me and turned to face me, beginning to dance and
move her hips in a way that didn’t seem to correspond to the music. But she
didn’t care. She flung her head back carelessly and closed her eyes, swaying as
if there were some invisible band there playing a seductive beat just for her.
    I followed suit. Hands in the air, I
began to dance, reveling in the fact that the only thing that I could feel was
the beat of the music drumming through my body. Men started to crowd around us,
and I didn’t even care. I felt sexy and powerful, and Penzance, even with her
eyes closed, had a knowing smile as if she knew that they were there and
lusting after her.
    I laughed and for an instant closed my
eyes as well, but a hand touching my hip made them fly open. A man I didn’t
know was dancing with me, and that was okay.  I felt so loose and free that I
didn’t even care. Penzance had moved away from me to dance with her own guy,
and soon she was lost in the crowd.
     But something made my head twist and I
could see the bar from where I danced. My eyes zeroed in on him immediately.
His short hair, high cheekbones, slim build that disguised the muscles
underneath…Without a doubt, it was Lake standing at the bar, leaning against it
like he owned it, and the world lucky enough to have him in it. Even from that
distance and that dim light, I could tell that he was staring straight at me.
    I gasped involuntarily, all the horror
and horrific depression that he had caused in me reared its ugly head again. It
was as if there were a heavy, physical presence crushing my chest and making it
hard to breathe. I needed distraction.
    I grabbed the guy who was touching my
hips and pressed his face into mine. His lips stuck onto me like an octopus,
and he seemed to have just as many arms touching me everywhere. Grabbing at my
bottom through the skin tight skirt, reaching up to grope my breast through the
thin cotton of the tank top, then growing bolder, his hand managed to sneak up
underneath the underwire of my bra to touch the swelling flesh, and pinch at my
nipple.
    I didn’t care though. The disgust within
me was good because it managed to make that crushing feeling of disappointment
and lost love disappear. The octopus man bit at my lips and thoroughly screwed
my mouth forcefully with his tongue in such a way that it was impossible to
escape his onslaught of groping. Truthfully, I would have let him fuck me right
there and then on the dance floor if it meant that it would clear all thoughts
of Lake from my abused mind.
    But then something flashed; something
shiny, maybe a watch or a cellphone.
    And I saw.
    I saw this octopus man beating his
girlfriend. One of those large hands held onto her hair so tight that it was
amazing that her scalp didn’t come away in his hand. She gave a moan, and it
was the sound of someone who had been through this so many times before that
they no longer had the energy to fight.  I saw as he pulled his cock from his
pants and forced her to her knees to part her already bruised and swollen lips.
He didn’t care as she cried. He just jammed it further down her throat so she
gagged.  A look of ecstasy came over his face as he used her.
    I pulled my eyes away and pushed, hard.
When that didn’t work, I slapped him and made sure that my nails left ribbons
of blood down the side of his face.