I found myself in the ballroom, looking for my partner. I bumped into a tall, handsome man. I found him!
“May I have this dance?” He asked.
He grabbed my dainty hand, then put his hands on my dress. We started to dance.
Wait….
That wasn’t right…
Reality shifted back to the store, and I found myself struggling to breathe. I looked up, and found a male mannequin that fit the description of my “partner.” Next to him, stood a female mannequin with no clothing on.
I was terrified. I tried to run, but I found something grab my shoulder. It was the female mannequin.
A jolt of chilling energy left the mannequin’s hand and entered my body. My whole body began to feel sluggish, chilly, and light. My body began to go limp, as the mannequin tightened her menacing grip.
“You shouldn’t have resisted me,” the female mannequin said, with a feminine but demonic sounding voice.