This bar was hell raised to Earth. Everything about the place left my heart pounding, as if someone was about to snatch me and drag me into the darkness, pin me against the wall and tie me until I was powerless and kidnapped. Themed back to the late 1800s, the bar’s counter was made of stone, and the old booth I sat in was covered with rips and tears. Waves of cigarette smoke filled the stifling air. The walls were painted blood red, floors covered in black tiles. Millions of candles glowed, the only source of light in the room. Dust and cobwebs draped over the chandelier like a curtain. As I looked around, I met the monstrous gaze of sex-hungry men.
Outside, the sky flashed with lightning. Blackness stretched from the street to the sky.
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Outside, the sky flashed with lightning. Blackness stretched from the street to the sky.
Thank you for reading.