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Her friends had been in the VIP area, and she would have to push through swathes of people to get to it. She knew it was on the other side of the dance floor, but even this extra burst of adrenaline wasn't enough to clear her mind to properly remember where exactly. Holding her breath, she fought to keep her eyes open. The music was so loud, but Devika found it almost hypnotising. She slithered through hot writhing bodies, cutting across the dance floor. Eyes were all over her, admiring her slim feminine figure accentuated by her tight black dress. Heads turned as she passed them. Drunk guys took liberties with their hands, casually grazing her bare leg as she moved around them, or standing in place rather than moving to allow her through. It meant she had to get so close to them, running her body against theirs, her chest against their chest, only a little fabric between their bare skin. Her nipples were still rigid from the cold, could they tell she wasn't wearing underwear?
After a humiliating infinity of pushing and shoving through the crowd she saw some people she recognised. As they spotted her she suddenly wished she had taken a pit stop in the bathroom first. How must she look? Did she still stink of sex? Now that a semblance of normality had been returned to her she felt drained and sick. Two girls rushed towards her, they took her arms and looked at her with concern. They were talking quickly about having been so worried, and asking where she had gone, but she couldn't respond. If she tried to talk, she knew she would burst out in tears again. They were fawning all over her, clearly drunk but concerned by her silence and grave expression.
"Oh my god. Is she like, okay?" One girl shouted more loudly than she needed to, they seemed worried that her drink might have been spiked. Oh if they only knew all she'd been through. Devika barely felt real. The other girls were looking over at her now, there were so many, perhaps fifteen of them. All flawless, wrapped in dazzling dresses and most flashing more skin than she would dare. Their make-up was pristine, most were gorgeous. She couldn't meet their eyes, she felt so far from them. They were so carefree and merry. She felt dirty. Like she wasn't a person anymore. Worst of all, she felt special. Like she knew something they didn't. She had been a part of something horrible. Secret. Some sick twisted fantasy that they could never dream of, and she'd survived. How could they be so pristine? Like she had been before. All dolled up and excitable, all in the hopes for some inane little midnight trist like a stolen kiss by the bar, or grinding with a stranger to the music. A hollow thrill compared with what she'd been forced to endure. An unlocked pleasure they would likely never know. It had beaten and broken her, but it had also awoken a dark want. If she hadn't have been utterly spent, she might have gotten a little wet at the thought.
"Sweetie, look at me." a familiar girl was talking to her. A friend who's name she couldn't retrieve from the recesses of her mind, "Are you alright? Do you want to go home?"
"Yes please." Devika whispered, pulling her forward into a light embrace, and resting her head on her shoulder.
"Alina, can you call us a cab?" said the girl, but Devika could barely register the words. Her body went limp as she drifted off, the hint of a smile on her face as her eyes fell shut and the sleep took her.
After a humiliating infinity of pushing and shoving through the crowd she saw some people she recognised. As they spotted her she suddenly wished she had taken a pit stop in the bathroom first. How must she look? Did she still stink of sex? Now that a semblance of normality had been returned to her she felt drained and sick. Two girls rushed towards her, they took her arms and looked at her with concern. They were talking quickly about having been so worried, and asking where she had gone, but she couldn't respond. If she tried to talk, she knew she would burst out in tears again. They were fawning all over her, clearly drunk but concerned by her silence and grave expression.
"Oh my god. Is she like, okay?" One girl shouted more loudly than she needed to, they seemed worried that her drink might have been spiked. Oh if they only knew all she'd been through. Devika barely felt real. The other girls were looking over at her now, there were so many, perhaps fifteen of them. All flawless, wrapped in dazzling dresses and most flashing more skin than she would dare. Their make-up was pristine, most were gorgeous. She couldn't meet their eyes, she felt so far from them. They were so carefree and merry. She felt dirty. Like she wasn't a person anymore. Worst of all, she felt special. Like she knew something they didn't. She had been a part of something horrible. Secret. Some sick twisted fantasy that they could never dream of, and she'd survived. How could they be so pristine? Like she had been before. All dolled up and excitable, all in the hopes for some inane little midnight trist like a stolen kiss by the bar, or grinding with a stranger to the music. A hollow thrill compared with what she'd been forced to endure. An unlocked pleasure they would likely never know. It had beaten and broken her, but it had also awoken a dark want. If she hadn't have been utterly spent, she might have gotten a little wet at the thought.
"Sweetie, look at me." a familiar girl was talking to her. A friend who's name she couldn't retrieve from the recesses of her mind, "Are you alright? Do you want to go home?"
"Yes please." Devika whispered, pulling her forward into a light embrace, and resting her head on her shoulder.
"Alina, can you call us a cab?" said the girl, but Devika could barely register the words. Her body went limp as she drifted off, the hint of a smile on her face as her eyes fell shut and the sleep took her.