Go to the concert they said. "It will be fun," they said, "You won't be thrown around like a slab of meat and unable to bretahe!" Well, clearly, they were wrong.

An elbow slams into your back as you try to steady yourself on the concrete floor, sending you into the man infront of you. He responds with a meaty push, scrambling your thoughts even more.

Your chest is barely able to expand as you're shaken in the crowd, and your boobs definitely weren't helping. Although you may have enjoyed it at another time, the admittedly bad rap music blaring throughout the venue was nothing but a headache inducer now, which, when combined with the flashing lights, made this concert more of an obnoxious rave than a concert.

You only just keep yourself upright as you try to enjoy your time, but it's nigh impossible. Your head can't even keep up with your thoughts, not to mention trying to maintain your balance. It could be that there's so much going on, you can't properly keep up with it, or it could be that you were fucking asphyxiating because this event was run by toddlers.

You can barely comprehend what's going on around you, when, out of the blue, someone takes your hand. Almost immediately, you're pulled through the crowd, everyone either making way, or being savagely shoved aside. You don't really have any option to fight back, as if they let go, you likely just fall on the ground and be trampled to death.

You're finally pulled to a less crowded area, though you still can't move without smacking someone, and turn to face whoever pulled you aside. Before you can even speak though, the man instantly puts a hand over your mouth, clamping it it shut. He eyes your body up and down, and lets out a hot, heavy breath on your neck.

"I saw you in the crowd, and knew I had to have you." He speaks out, pulling his hand away from your mouth.

"Sorry, but I'm taken." You respond politely, trying to walk away, when suddenly you are pulled back.

"Didn't ask."