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everything was okay. I had no feelings. No regrets, no remorse. Not sad, or angry. Not even scared; though I probably should have been. I just felt free. Tatum looked up at me then and smiled. It wasn't her normal smile, not the smile I had seen thousands of times before. This smile was pure, this smile was unrestricted. I think I smiled back at her, but I’m still not one hundred percent on all the details.
                  From what I can remember, we all stood there very still just staring at each other. Yeah...okay looking back now it does seem kind of weird, but at that moment it felt perfect. The next thing I knew we were moving like a wave with the crowd on the dance floor. I could feel every beat of the music like a heartbeat in my soul. Back, and forth, we all swayed. My entire body felt boneless. I remember looking around intently, seeing the entire space for the first time. When we had first entered, I hadn't been paying as much attention as I had thought. I had missed so much in my first observation. I had missed the beautiful chenille clad dancing girls up on the stage. They moved like felines with the music.
    Walls that were painted in a swirl of red and black shades were adorned with deep antique gold sconces. Each assisting in filling the room with flickering candle light. My eyes wandered over the faces in the crowd , still moving in unison with the wave like motion. As I met their eyes, I noticed the light gave their eyes that green glow as Cyrus' eyes had held before. I also noticed that everyone I could see was breathtakingly beautiful. Each one of them had those perfect pouty lips and black fan eyelashes. They all moved as Dominika had, as though they had muscles most people don't.
    I could feel hands on me, on my shoulders, in my hair, pulling around my waist. I was moving with the heartbeat of music pulsing through my body. All of my senses were heightened. I could hear every note of music. I smelled sweat, booze, and blood. I could see everything I couldn't see before. My body turned with the pulsating crowd and I saw something else I hadn't seen before. I saw the mirrors. I couldn't make my eyes focus or my mind wrap around what I was seeing. I tried to stay as still as I could and force myself to understand what I was looking at. There, in the mirror, I saw myself, I saw Tatum. I saw two more women, and a handful of men, all pulsing and moving with the music. I did not see the hands I could feel on my skin. I did not see the bodies I could feel moving around me. I watched in the mirror as Tatum danced with an invisible man to my left. I searched the mirror for Cyrus; he had just been right next to me. The curiosity in me wanted to know why and how it could be. My terrified logic told me to scream , to run like hell away from the dangerous unknown. I spun around frantically to grab Tatum and run. Instead, I slammed right into Cyrus.
    Had he been standing behind me the entire time?
    I tried to turn back to see the mirrors again, but Cyrus held me in place. I looked up at him and attempted to struggle free from his grip. He merely smirked at me, then leaned down and whispered something into my ear. I closed my eyes and tried to hear him speak over the pounding music. I could feel his breath, surprisingly cool on my ear.
                  And then…nothing. 

 
     
     
    CHAPTER 7
     
                  I blinked my crusty, hung-over eyes over and over again. I rolled my head from side to side and looked around the room in an attempt to figure out where the fuck I was. My eyes were blurry. I couldn't see shit. My mouth tasted like someone had pissed in it. My head felt as if it might have been trapped under the ass of a four-hundred pound woman all night long. Not that I'd know what that feels like.
                  I drank waaaay too much last night.
                  I rolled over onto my side, only to discover I had been lying on a very thin couch.