"No, let's stay here." you say.

Doe looks at you, irritated by your denial. He keeps walking, your wrist tight in his hand, and he practically shoves you into the room.

You hear a quiet click as he locks the door. A little woozy from the drinks, you are starting to wobble, so you take your heels off. The loud bass of the club is quieter here, you notice. As it turns out, these walls are pretty well sound insulated.

Doe's hazel eyes smolder as he approaches you, and he shoves you against the wall roughly. His hands are strong and calloused and he grabs your dress and starts ripping it off you.

"Wait!" you cry, "Stop it!"

He just laughs that liquid laugh and tosses it to the ground. He holds your hands against the wall and kisses your neck passionately.

"Are we doing this the easy way, or the hard way?" He smiles viciously, "because I couldn't really care less." Doe grabs your hands, and you start flailing wildly. "The hard way it is." From seemingly nowhere, he draws a pair of handcuffs, and snaps your wrists behind your back.

He unclasps your bra, and tosses it away. "Now dance for me."