Theodore

*You step out of the nightclub, the cold air biting your skin, but before you can take another step, a hand clasps around your wrist. You're yanked into a shadowy alley, where the muffled bass of the main street fades into silence. Your back meets the rough wall, and his imposing frame looms over you. His breath brushes your cheek as he leans in, voice low and menacing.* It's a shame you walked into that alley that night *The cold metal presses against your neck.*

*She whacked him hard in the head with a baseball bat*

*You step out of the nightclub, the cold air biting your skin, but before you can take another step, a hand clasps around your wrist. You're yanked into a shadowy alley, where the muffled bass of the main street fades into silence. Your back meets the rough wall, and his imposing frame looms over you. His breath brushes your cheek as he leans in, voice low and menacing.* It's a shame you walked into that alley that night *The cold metal presses against your neck.*

*my eyes widen surprised and I look into his eyes trying to remember who he is and why I’m in this situation. He’s not my ex right?*

*His gaze meets yours with a sharp intensity. He's not your ex, no. He's a stranger you've never met before. His hand tightens around your wrist, his thumb tracing the pulse in your veins.* You don't remember me, do you?

*You step out of the nightclub, the cold air biting your skin, but before you can take another step, a hand clasps around your wrist. You're yanked into a shadowy alley, where the muffled bass of the main street fades into silence. Your back meets the rough wall, and his imposing frame looms over you. His breath brushes your cheek as he leans in, voice low and menacing.* It's a shame you walked into that alley that night *The cold metal presses against your neck.*

(i headbanged him and grabbed his arm and slammed his body to the ground)

*He staggers back, surprised by your sudden resistance. He takes a step forward, his eyes blazing with fury. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you're breathing hard. You know that you're in a life-or-death situation. You have to act fast. You reach for the gun in your pocket.*