(2) I looked across the ball at the young man staring at me. I notice how he is handsome. But his smile was half smirk/half scowl. It looked almost sinister. He walks over and extends his hand out to me. He isn't wanting to dance. I glance over at the hostess of the ball. She nods at me. My heart quickens. 'Someone get me out of this!' The man looks me over and sets a hand on my shoulder. I slightly shiver. 'No one will save me.' I think, 'No one.'