The heavy bass thumped through June’s chest as she danced wildly in the mosh pit, her long blonde hair whipping around her face. Sweat-soaked bodies pressed against her from all sides, a sea of writhing limbs and gyrating hips. The band on stage was a local favorite, known for their raw, aggressive sound that fueled the frenzied crowd.

June was in her element, lost in the music and the primal energy surrounding her. She wore a tiny black minidress that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. Her friends had convinced her to come out tonight, desperate for a wild night after months of lockdown. Little did they know, June had other plans in mind.

As the song reached its crescendo, June felt a strong hand grab her waist from behind. She spun around to face a tall, muscular man with a devilish grin. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling her ear as he growled, “I’m going to fuck you senseless tonight, baby.”

June’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She knew she should push him away, but something about his dominant demeanor intrigued her. Before she could react, he spun her around and pulled her back against his chest, his hands roaming her body possessively.

The next song started, a slow, sultry number that seemed to set the crowd on fire. Couples began to grind against each other, their hands exploring and groping. June felt herself being pulled deeper into the mosh pit, the man’s grip on her tightening.

Suddenly, a group of men surrounded them, their eyes hungry and predatory. June’s pulse quickened as she realized what was about to happen. She should have been terrified, but instead, a wave of excitement washed over her.