Neonia groaned as she pulled herself off of the floor. Still asleep, she dragged herself to the window. Her feet trudged against the floor until she finally got to the window. She slowly peaked out. "Damn, it's one…" She guessed in irritation but was too tired at the moment to even care. She looked around at her surroundings. The club was a dust and dirty place. The neon lights glowed in agony, showing the turning table, quite ironically- turned over. Her eyes traveled down the steps that led to the destructed turn table. She noted the abundance of trash and sighed, muttering a curse word in extreme annoyance.
Her rainbow-contact eyes scrolled down to scan the floor. Her face showed little shock to the destroyed tables, the battered chairs, and the mobians knocked out on the floor. It was usual for Neonia. What was different- was the fact that her boss hadn't beaten her. Maybe he had left before the chaos. Whatever it was, it was a blessing for sure. "Ugh….. I need a drink…" Neonia grumbled as she started her way to the bar. She ignored the knocked out mobian sprawled across the blue and purple bar and walked her way over to the backside. She looked at the options.
She was too young for a martini, too young for moonshine, too young for wine. She finally noticed the simple apple juice. Ridiculous, but acceptable. "Eh." Neonia shrugged, pulling the apple juice out of the metal cabinet and then pulled a shot glass out. Pouring, she looked around once again. One man was laying atop a table, a woman atop of him. The woman was wearing less than the man, and the man only had on his shorts. Neonia shuddered at the sight. Quickly looking away, she looked to the man sprawled on the table tops. The guy STILL had a boner. Apparently, something very extravagant had happened to make this club go into frenzy.
She was curious of what.
Neonia looked down, and noticed that the juice was overflowing. Cursing once more as the orange trickled down her neon blue hand covered in black finger-less gloves, she went to go get a napkin. Looking around, she noted that she had absolutely no clue where a napkin was. Oh well. She glared at the shot glass.
"Well, color me pissed." Neonia hissed as she went to clean up. This would take hours. She kept cleaning the distorted club until she heard a familiar tone. The tone that came once the door was opening. Her eyes grew wide in fear. What if it was him? Of course, it was. She froze in fear as his eyes hungrily glazed around the scene. "Ah. There you are."
"D-Don't touch me…" Neonia hissed weakly as she stepped away, finding herself trapped. The boss smirked. "You don't have a choice." He roughly grabbed her by the arm and dragged the thin woman to his office. "You're in biiig trouble Neonia…" He was crazy!
His office was cleaner than the club, but still frightening. His computer had many tabs of abuse stories, which he'd read to just have a laugh. His walls had whips covering them. He chose a rope from his wall of abuse, and tied thrashing Neonia down. He then started to beat her. Neonias cries were loud, but not loud enough to alert others. He got out a dagger. "Die." He laughed as he first took off her purple long sleeved turtle neck, to get easier access to the neck. He then licked the dagger, just to add dramatic effect. He then stabbed her jugular slowly, just to give her pain.
Neonias scream was piercing, but the idiots outside were out like a light. He stabbed in the same place multiple times, not stopping until her screams were no more. He then smirked, pulling the dagger out of the deceased bodies' neck. He smirked in triumph. He never liked the girl in the first place.
"Goodnight, daughter." He grinned coldly. He then put the dagger in his pocket, and walked out, like nothing had happened. He left the door wide open. He was smart enough to not leave any evidence- besides Neonia, of course. As he strolled out, he made sure to go out the back way. He didn't think anyone would found out of his deeds.