Make a run

This is it. This is your chance.

You dart out the closet and race towards the front door. Moving as fast as you ossibly can. But just as you exit the bedroom, someone stops you in your path.

Almost goth like, she has long black hair that sits well beneath her shoulders. She is wearing a short black mini-skirt, a black crop top and black ankle strapped heels with a wedge that makes her a significant amount taller than you. In her hand sits a half drunk glass of what seems to be champagne.

She stares at you for a moment almost sizing you up.

"Jess" she calls out making your heart sink. You've been caught and all that stopped you from getting out was this one woman. As soon as the rest of the girls make it in here your chances of getting out will drop drastically.

"Jess come in here a moment!"

You needed to get out and you needed to get out fast. You made a darting run, attempting to get past the girl with ease but instead she flings a leg out tripping you up in your path. You fall in a heap at the feet of the goth girl who bursts out laughing. Your head pounds as you roll onto your back looking up at the girl. She plants one of her heels on top of your chest pinning you down with suprising **** of strength.

Jess comes running in seconds later.

"OMG, Chloe, what on earth are you doing. Who is that, and *giggling* what is he wearing".

"I don't know Jess. I just caught him in this corridor and tripped him up. It seemed as if he was trying to...rob you?"

"Oh wow. Good job chloe. hey drag him in the living room and we can have some fun. He can help be our entertainment!"

"Jess are you sure? He could be really dangerous." Chloe looks at you with almost a sympathy look as you remain pushed down under her heel, in too much pain from the fall to move, the humiliation of it all settling in.

"Chloe, you tripped him up and pinned him down with your heel and your drunk as fuck. He's also wearing the most pathetic outfit I've ever seen. He is no more of a threat then a little mouse. Come on let's have some fun".

Chloe releases the heel from your chest. Placing her champagne on the floor, she grabs your hair poking out from your mask and begins to drag you across the hallway. Quickly you fall into your hands and knees and begin walking after her, the humiliation of it all settling in and the dread that will follow.