The woman was at this Zafneal's mercy, as she watched his slow and measured approach. Each soft echoing step at a time, he never took his eyes off of her and that alone made her take another step back, bracing herself against one of the tables to prevent her from falling. She could run, that was always an option, but the way the man looked at her, it was predatory, and from the many National Geographic nonsense she watched, they said to never turn your back towards a predator, and on top of that, if she did run, she felt like he would catch her nonetheless.<br/><br/>"If you come any closer...I'll..." Jean searched for a threat to shout at the man, but was interrupted.<br/><br/>"You'll what? Scream?" a wide smile cracked his face as he stopped and leaned against a table about three yards from where she was. "As much as I would love to hear you scream, you wouldn't be able to even get a single note out before I pinned you to that table there, and shoved one of those rags in your mouth to silence you...And then, take you." This guy was insane! She would take the cab guy over this person any day, fear had her cemented to the floor as she listened to the guy, had she not been frozen she would of ran before he could finish his sentence. "Then you would be screaming...but, alas, no one would hear you..."<br/><br/>Jean's eyes darted to the clock, it was almost 5 already, why wasn't anyone coming? Tears slowly sprang to her eyes as she gripped the table harder, another hand reaching back slowly as she looked back at the man hoping to draw his attention from what she was grabbing for...The metal napkin dispensers that littered every table there at the club.<br/><br/>"Why...Why wouldn't they? M-My friends should be coming any minute..." yet again he watched her as he slowly took a few more steps.<br/><br/>"Oh no, no one will be coming in to work tonight...And the sign outside the club simply states that you are closed...." and in that instant, a cold fear deeper than what she had felt finally sunk in, closed? no one was coming? what had this man done? Jean acted quickly, her fingers felt metal, that cold welcoming sensation and gripped the napkin dispenser, chucking it at the man's head, and ran. She hadn't seen if it had hit, but she would soon assume that it hadn't as a harsh icy hand gripped her wrist and jerked her about to face him.