"May I have this dance?" The man sipped his hand around mine and pulled me in.

"Sure..." I stuttered. This maniac with pink hair was trying to swoon me, and I was falling for it! He put his hands on my hips, slowly moving up until he reached my chest. We moved in perfect harmony across the dance floor.

"Ya know..." the man whispered in my ear. "I can do more than spin." He threw me out, only pull me back in, and dipped me. I was pulled back up to face this man, and stared into his psychotic blue eyes. They were full of mischief and joy, a desire for more. "I'm also a pretty good cook. Why don't we just lie down on the bed and I'll give you a taste."

"Oh, you. I don't see why not..." I was slowly moving closer to him. "How about now?" He giggled. "What's so funny?"

"That you fell for my little tra-ap~!" The man slipped me through his legs, flicked me back up to him. His once fun eyes turned dark, and just so evil! I didn't know what to do but scream!

"Don't waste your breath. It won't help." More spinning. Can't stop. Can't. Stop. LAUGHING! The world slowly melted away and was replaced with darkness. I couldn't leave. And I didn't want to leave. Because never have I ever felt so alive! So POWERFUL!!!

"So," his voice was echoing in my mind. "How do you feel? Different?"

"So... different."

"Perfect..." I heard a giggle. Cold hands stroked my face, and I felt myself being strapped to a table. Leather cut into my skin with blood flowing from my wrist. Then I heard a chain saw rev. I winced. "Don't worry, dear. This," more giggles.

"This won't hurt at all..." All my power was draining, and I went blind, but he kept laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing until I couldn't take it anymore. Laughing until I died.