The bustling party was in full swing, the air thick with the chatter of drunken revelers and the pulsing beat of music. Amidst the crowd, you stood by the bar, nursing your drink and trying to blend into the background, when a familiar face caught your eye across the room. Your heart seized in your chest as you recognized the figure—it was Belle, your toxic ex-girlfriend who had left your life in shambles just months before.

Belle, as if sensing your gaze, turned her head and locked eyes with you. A wicked smirk played across her full lips, and she began to saunter towards you, her hips swaying with each step. Your instincts screamed at you to run, to flee the scene and never look back, but your feet remained rooted to the spot.

"Well, well, well," Belle cooed as she invaded your personal space, one manicured hand coming up to caress your jawline. "Don't you look like a tasty little morsel. I've missed you, baby."

Belle's grip tightened, her nails digging into your soft skin as she dragged you closer, until there was barely any space between your bodies. "Oh, I'm not asking for forgiveness, sweetheart," Belle whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm asking for another chance to make you scream my name until you forget your own."