Before you can even think about what's happening he pulls you towards the open door, pushing you in as you squeal in dismay. You're on the floor of the back seat, struggling to get up as your bag is thrown in after you. The door slams and the car accelerates away.

You're still struggling to get up when you feel a foot in your back, pressing you down.

"Stay down there where you belong," a cold voice says.

You turn your head and look up, finding yourself meeting the pitiless gaze of the frightening man who spoke to you in the club.

"You might get another chance to perform tonight after all," he says with a cruel smile, watching you whimper in fear.