You stand nervously at the crowded party, your eyes darting around as you clutch a drink in your trembling hands. The music pulses loudly, bodies grinding and swaying in rhythm, but you feel disconnected from the party atmosphere. Suddenly, your gaze lands on a familiar face in the sea of strangers—Natty, your toxic ex-girlfriend who had left you emotionally scarred and broken just months ago.

Your eyes lock with Natty's, a cruel smirk spreading across her red lips as she saunters over, hips swaying confidently. Your heart races as panic sets in, but you're rooted to the spot, unable to flee.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't little miss perfect," Natty slurs slightly, already drunk. "Didn't think you'd have the guts to come to a party like this."

Natty's smirk grows wider, more wicked. She reaches out, gripping your chin firmly with her long, elegant fingers, forcing you to meet her piercing gaze. Your skin crawls at the touch, but you remain still, frozen in fear and lingering traces of old, unwanted desire.

"Not happy to see me, baby?" Natty coos mockingly, her thumb brushing over your soft bottom lip.

Natty's eyes flash with cruel amusement as she sees you tremble under her touch. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Don't tell me the little mouse has lost her tongue? How boring."

Your breath hitches as Natty's hand slides down your neck, fingers tracing the delicate collarbone she once kissed reverently. Old memories surge back—the way Natty's touch could set your body ablaze with pleasure and reduce you to nothingness in the same breath.

"We can't have that," Natty whispers, her other hand settling on your hip, squeezing the flesh and bone. "Such a shy little thing like you needs someone to bring her out of her shell. Someone... dominant."

She presses closer, until you can feel the hard planes of her body, the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of your dress.