HELLS TEMPTRESS

Before Angel could form a response, the strippers were announced, and the club went crazy.

"You don't have time to think of a response. Follow me now!" He pressed.

Angel's eyes returned to Ares, but he was gone.

She was returning it back to position, when Eric lifted her from the seat, and dragged her with him.

"What are you doing?!" She screamed, but the noise from the club drowned out her voice.

She looked around frantically, waiting for Ares to appear at any time and stop this madness.

But the more she hoped for some miracle, the more her thoughts grew ridiculous in her mind.

Here was a man trying to help her leave this hell.

"Why are you protesting, Angel?" She screamed internally.

Slowly, she began to give in. Struggling was only hurting her arms, anyway.

They made it out of the club, and her eyes widened so she could take in every spot they passed through.