Put me to sleep

? That Music, it started its pace. As it’s recorded instrumentals whistle together, a made man in his black suite pulled the fair lady to the dance floor. She rolled over, her skirt aline the same. The lady dressed in pink skimmed gown that lagged just before her knee. The made man eyes glued on her, hers were on him as well. Their toes started to walked along side each other. To the left, to the right and to the left, it chorused along. The fair lady tried to pull away from the made man but his grip were as firm as how his chest were built up. Suddenly the fair lady pulled out her knife from her straps, but as she was about to strike the made man, it fell of her hand. The knife. The fair lady was curious to know how it happened, but only the song could tell. The song vibes whistles louder into her ear, loud enough that it knocked her subconscious out of her body. He finally did it, the made man. The song that played was his, he was an artist and his songs were majorly specialized to put anyone to sleep. This fair lady never asked for it anyway, but he felt it was the right thing to do at this point. He pulled her into his arm and her eye faded as slowly as possible, her body weak and her legs pale. He grabs her up and place her as gentle as he could on his bed. “Sleep tight darling.” He said with his hand combing her hair off her face. *Put me to sleep,Mr Atrocious.”