#lights out.

She was certain that the flashing lights and sticky, humid air were to blame for the way your skin seemed to shimmer in the blushing light as you made your way off of the dancefloor, but she so desperately wanted that reason to be her. Her and only her. You and her. Alone. That’s precisely why she was here tonight. She wanted to be the one you left with tonight. She was going to be the one blessed enough to feel your skin against her own. Just the thought of your plump, pretty red lips leaving sticky little kiss marks down her neck and through the valley of her chest made her heart race. She wanted to dig her nails into the plush of your hips as her name left your lips through broken syllables in between needy gasps of air. She wanted to be the reason you come undone tonight— to have you coiled oh-so tightly around her finger until your resolve snaps like a string. To be able to drive you made with need, with want, with desire just as you had made her... she wanted to feel you underneath her tonight for what better way could she return the favor? She was going to make you hers, mark you as her own for once and for all. But something needed to be taken care of first. 

She was certain that the flashing lights and sticky, humid air were to blame for the way your skin seemed to shimmer in the blushing light as you made your way off of the dancefloor, but she so desperately wanted that reason to be her. Her and only her. You and her. Alone. That’s precisely why she was here tonight. She wanted to be the one you left with tonight. She was going to be the one blessed enough to feel your skin against her own. Just the thought of your plump, pretty red lips leaving sticky little kiss marks down her neck and through the valley of her chest made her heart race. She wanted to dig her nails into the plush of your hips as her name left your lips through broken syllables in between needy gasps of air. She wanted to be the reason you come undone tonight— to have you coiled oh-so tightly around her finger until your resolve snaps like a string. To be able to drive you made with need, with want, with desire just as you had made her... she wanted to feel you underneath her tonight for what better way could she return the favor? She was going to make you hers, mark you as her own for once and for all. But something needed to be taken care of first. 

She was certain that the flashing lights and sticky, humid air were to blame for the way your skin seemed to shimmer in the blushing light as you made your way off of the dancefloor, but she so desperately wanted that reason to be her. Her and only her. You and her. Alone. That’s precisely why she was here tonight. She wanted to be the one you left with tonight. She was going to be the one blessed enough to feel your skin against her own. Just the thought of your plump, pretty red lips leaving sticky little kiss marks down her neck and through the valley of her chest made her heart race. She wanted to dig her nails into the plush of your hips as her name left your lips through broken syllables in between needy gasps of air. She wanted to be the reason you come undone tonight— to have you coiled oh-so tightly around her finger until your resolve snaps like a string. To be able to drive you made with need, with want, with desire just as you had made her... she wanted to feel you underneath her tonight for what better way could she return the favor? She was going to make you hers, mark you as her own for once and for all. But something needed to be taken care of first. 

She was certain that the flashing lights and sticky, humid air were to blame for the way your skin seemed to shimmer in the blushing light as you made your way off of the dancefloor, but she so desperately wanted that reason to be her. Her and only her. You and her. Alone. That’s precisely why she was here tonight. She wanted to be the one you left with tonight. She was going to be the one blessed enough to feel your skin against her own. Just the thought of your plump, pretty red lips leaving sticky little kiss marks down her neck and through the valley of her chest made her heart race. She wanted to dig her nails into the plush of your hips as her name left your lips through broken syllables in between needy gasps of air. She wanted to be the reason you come undone tonight— to have you coiled oh-so tightly around her finger until your resolve snaps like a string. To be able to drive you made with need, with want, with desire just as you had made her... she wanted to feel you underneath her tonight for what better way could she return the favor? She was going to make you hers, mark you as her own for once and for all. But something needed to be taken care of first. 

She was certain that the flashing lights and sticky, humid air were to blame for the way your skin seemed to shimmer in the blushing light as you made your way off of the dancefloor, but she so desperately wanted that reason to be her. Her and only her. You and her. Alone. That’s precisely why she was here tonight. She wanted to be the one you left with tonight. She was going to be the one blessed enough to feel your skin against her own. Just the thought of your plump, pretty red lips leaving sticky little kiss marks down her neck and through the valley of her chest made her heart race. She wanted to dig her nails into the plush of your hips as her name left your lips through broken syllables in between needy gasps of air. She wanted to be the reason you come undone tonight— to have you coiled oh-so tightly around her finger until your resolve snaps like a string. To be able to drive you made with need, with want, with desire just as you had made her... she wanted to feel you underneath her tonight for what better way could she return the favor? She was going to make you hers, mark you as her own for once and for all. But something needed to be taken care of first. 

She noticed the way your eyes seemed to glaze over as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, half leaning against the cool wooden surface of the bar as you entertained the little bit of whatever was left in your glass. She saw the desperation in your pretty eyes, the way you painfully longed for the lives you caught glimpses of as you scrolled through whatever late night posts came up on your feed. She could treat you so much better than him. You deserved better than this— better than him— and she was the only person who was capable of giving you just that. She was hellbent on treating you like the goddess she knew you were and she wouldn’t stop until she had the taste of you lingering on her lips. 

It was just her luck that your idiot boyfriend would leave you alone, especially when you looked like that... in those red bottom pumps that she imagined would be killing your feet by now, and that tiny excuse of a dress that looked so damn delicious against the outline of your curves. But what made her feel hotter by the second was the blood red lipstick that painted your plush lips. She could already feel their petal-like silkiness against her own, feel the gentle stickiness of your lipstick against her neck as you placed kisses on every one of those spots that made her weak against you. The scent of your perfume alone would be enough to make her come apart if only she got close enough to bless herself with a simple taste.

But her fingers itched for something else. As badly as she wanted to feel your bare, vulnerable body beneath her fingertips, a shiver ran down her spine the moment they brushed against the cool steel hilt that was pressed against her thigh instead. That was when her gaze landed on him. That good-for-nothing asshole who had the balls to call you his while he lead another girl out of the back door of the club, his hand shamelessly slipping further down the small of her back until he garishly groped her through the thin fabric that barely kept her hidden from prying eyes. It really was like she was asking for it, Toga thought, for this kind of attention. And how desperate she must be getting it from a man who wasn’t even hers to claim. Toga’s blood boiled at the thought. What if you had seen him like this? How badly would that have hurt you? But none of that mattered now. 

Toga slipped through the crowd, almost entirely undetected as she stepped out into the alley. The cold air caused goosebumps to cascade down her arms and the bit of skin on her legs that her boots failed to cover, but she paid no mind to her own discomfort. It was a necessity to her. Her eyes scanned the alley, meeting with a series of trash cans lined along the brick walls before a sultry moan reached her ears. Such a shamelessly pornographic sound made a small giggle fall from her glossy lips and the pair before her froze. 

“W-who’s there?” he called out, scrambling with his clothing in fear of getting caught in a less than favorable sight. The soft clinking of a belt buckle echoed through the alley before the glow of a pair of headlights illuminated their intertwined silhouettes for a millisecond. But that was all that Toga needed to see. The sight of her knee bent over his shoulder with her dress bunched around her hips told Toga everything she suspected these past few weeks, and another giggle— this one much louder and much more sinister sounding— parted her lips. 

“I knew you weren’t good enough for her,” Toga spat, a poisonous edge to her tone seeping through her devilish smirk as the pair stumbled back.

“Wh-Who are you? St-stay back!” 

As if the fearful look in his eyes wasn’t enough to make Toga’s fingers itch in anticipation against the blade pressed against her palm, the pitiful, disheveled look he now possessed made this all feel that much more satisfying to her: like she had just caught him red handed, committing the crime of the century. 

“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll only make this as painful as you deserve it to be,” and with that, Toga’s knife plunged deep into his neck.

She laughed at the way his bloodshot eyes seemed to bulge out of his head and his large hands pathetically— no, helplessly grappled against her own. The scent of alcohol invaded her senses as she leaned close enough to smell the misery on his breath. He seemed to cry out with every breath, to beg for mercy with each inhale as he grew weaker by the minute, but all Toga could make out were broken syllables of words she so desperately wished he’d scream.

“You’re nothing but the lowest of the low, the human scum of the earth. You’re not even worth the ground she walks on. Not even in those shoes you force her to wear. If I had to guess, I’d say you didn’t even pay for those yourself, did you?” with each statement, Toga’s knife plunged deeper into him in some other untouched location. 

Blood splattered along the brick walls of the alley way and if she hadn’t already been so well entertained, Toga would’ve taken a moment to appreciate the deadly mural it had painted for her. She didn’t stop until the whites of his eyes had turned almost entirely red and his body had fallen limp against the cool surface of the brick. 

Toga’s breath left her body in heavy pants— she hadn’t felt a rush of adrenaline like that in far too long. The satisfaction that coursed through her veins was enough to keep her grounded as reason came flooding back. 

“P-please, please don’t- I’m sorry I didn’t know- I didn’t know he- I’m so sorry,” Toga’s head snapped in the direction of the girl she had nearly forgotten about only to find her backed against the opposing brick wall. Dirt covered her knees and the palms of her hands and thick, black streaks ran from her eyes to her cheeks. 

“Oh don’t worry,” Toga sighed, straightening up before turning toward the girl, “This has nothing to do with you.”

The girl released a shaky sigh, still too deeply in shock at the scene that had unfolded before her for relief to settle in.

“However...” Toga’s voice seemed to fill the air with malice and the girl froze in place, “I’d still like to hear you scream.”

And oh, what a beautiful sound it was. It’s truly too bad the music pumping through the speakers had already occupied your senses. 

“Hey,” a voice sounded from behind you, breaking your tired gaze from your obnoxiously bright phone screen.

“You don’t look like you’re having much fun, let’s head home, hm?”

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend's sudden change of behavior but decided not to speak out against it. At least tonight you wouldn’t have to worry about dragging him up to his apartment drunk out of his mind. That much you could appreciate.

Being this close to you was too much. Toga could already feel her reasoning slowly slipping away from her as her hand slipped around your waist. Her heart raced once again at the way her hand fit perfectly against the small of your back— well, at least it’d be her own soon enough.