Katrina is taken

Finally I advanced with my first curled for action. Delayed as it may have been. I meant business.

To my horror the stranger ignored me and lifted my wife over his shoulder who screamed with laughter

Katrina slapped his shoulder and didn’t seem to know what was happening. I then moved to stop him as he cut through the crowd carrying my wife.

As I got in touching distance I crashed into a woman and knocked her drink over her chest. She protested and I apologised. I tried not to lose sight of Katrina but the girl took it as I was being aloof and slapped me across the face.

I didn’t feel the pain. But the break in focus made me lose eyes on Katrina.

All I felt was my broken heart.

I searched the crowd for the two, but they had disappeared.

I walked out of the club into hotel lobby. There were drunken couples all around getting to know each other personally. I asked if anyone had seen a man carrying a woman but no one had seen anything.

I decided to check the bedrooms.

The hotel had been closed for years. The corridor was dark and gloomy and only lit by emergency lighting. Room after room was locked. I felt beyond ****.

It was then that I found the cinema.

I walked through the double doors. My heart sunk further.

The silver screen was playing an empty bedroom. And then my drunken wife entered and sat on the bed. There were wolf whistles from the scattered audience of mostly men. Half of them had already began wanking.

And then the joker stepped into the bedroom... looking menacing.