Bloodlust

Rohit felt a chill run up his spine, like he sensed an impending danger, but it was replaced with the store associate calling out to him.

“While your girlfriend’s in the back dressing up, why don’t we get you a matching outfit?” she suggested, scanning his attire. “I can tell you don’t go out often, so flashy is definitely not your style. You seem to prefer solid colors.”

“Uh, yeah,” he replied, slightly shaken by her words. “But I’m really not in the market for new clothes.”

“Come on,” Colette urged, as she drew herself closer to the young man.

Nerves welled inside Rohit, as he anxiously backed away from her advances, but there wasn’t much ground he could cover. He was soon laying against a rack of clothes, while the store associate placed both of her hands on the metal beam behind him, encasing him with no escape.