Chapter 11
Hailey's POV:
I woke up with a pounding headache and a queasy stomach. Everywhere was dark, and I couldn't see a thing. For a second, my memory was blurry, and I couldn't remember what happened. I wasn't suffering from a hangover. Then, why couldn't remember? I took a pause, breathing in repeatedly, and then my mind cleared.
Events of what happened came rushing like an impatient stream. I remembered how everything was going perfectly well until… Justin! Oh my God, where is Justin? What happened to us? Where am I? I was so terrified that I began hyperventilating. I couldn't breathe. My chest tightened, air shutting off. My lungs struggled to get oxygen into them. Blood ceased rushing into my head, and the room began rotating. Have I been trafficked? No. No. No. As I tried to utter a word, I slumped and darkness took over.
Once again, I opened my eyes and was lying on something soft. A bed with a good mattress, most likely. I was covered by a blanket, but I couldn't feel any clothes on my body, just the softness of cotton sheets against my skin. I touched myself just to clear my doubt, and it was true. I was completely naked. I began shaking again. With trembling hands, I reached under and to my relief I had my panties on.
And even with that, everything felt the same. No wetness, no soreness, no indication that anything went on there. For now, at least.
Tears burned my eyes,I wanted to scream and fight my way out of here, that would be foolish. I needed to study my environment first. You can't just walk blindly into the battlefield. So, I held back the shout that had almost left my mouth. Doing so would only bring their attention. Instead, I just lay there in the dark, every horrifying story I had seen on the news or watched in horror movies running through my mind.
I thought of Justin and his warm smile. I thought of Lilly and how devastated she would be when the police tell her that I was missing. I thought of all my plans, and how I would probably never get a chance to attend a real university and become an actress. And then I started to get angry. Why did they do this? Who were they, anyway? I assumed that they were more than one because someone knocked out Justin and someone else grabbed me from behind. The anger helped seal off the panic. Of all the people to kidnap in Texas, it had to be me, the unfortunate girl. What a waste of time, really.
I still couldn't see anything in the dark, but I could feel it with my hands. Rising slowly, I began moving quietly, carefully exploring my surroundings. First, I felt that I was indeed lying on a bed. A big bed, probably king-sized. There are pillows and a blanket, and the sheets are soft and pleasant to the touch. Likely expensive. For some reason, that terrified me even more. These were criminals with money.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, I sat up, holding the blanket tightly around me.
My bare feet touch the floor. It was smooth and cold to the touch, like polished hardwood. I wrapped the blanket around me and stood up, ready to find out more. Suddenly, I heard the door opening. A soft light came on. Even though it was faint, I was blinded for a few seconds. Blinking a few times, and my eyes adjusted And I saw him. Mr. High and Might. He stood in the doorway like a fallen angel. His hair curled a. little around his face, softening the hard perfection of his features. His eyes were trained on my face, and his lips were curved in a triumphant smile. He was stunning. And utterly terrifying.
My instincts had been right—this man was capable of anything.
"Hello, Hailey," he said softly, entering the room.
I cast a desperate gaze around me, looking for a self-defence weapon. Anything at all. My mouth was dry and my hands trembled. I couldn't even gather enough saliva to talk. So, I just watched him stroll towards me like a furious predator. I had made up my mind to put up a fight. I won't let him win easily.
He came closer, and I took a step back. When he took another and another, I did the same until I was pressed against the wall.
I was still holding on to the blanket as my life depended on it.
He lifted his hand, and I stiffened, preparing to defend myself. But he was merely holding a bottle of water and offering it to me.
"Here," he said. "Drink."
I stared at him. Does he really think that I was stupid? He is offering me water because he suddenly cared to keep me alive? Nice try.
He looked at me with a flash of fury in his eyes. "I don't repeat myself. Drink!" He ordered.
His shout made my heart jump. I didn't know what this man was capable of, so I took the water and satisfied my burning throat.
"Good, that wasn't hard, was it?"
My throat was back, and I could talk again, so I ask him, "What the fuck am I doing here?" To my huge surprise, my voice came out brave and sternly. It wasn't shuttering and didn't even show that I was practically withering due to fear.
He lifted his hand and massage his temple and then touched my face again. Just like he did at the club. And again, I stood there with irritation building up in my system. His fingers were so disgusting to me that I felt like they were burning my skin. His touch was harsh. It was such an overwhelming action that I became disoriented for a moment.
"Because you are mine and that means no one has the right to even stare at my property," Mr. High and Mighty, said, and I could hear the barely suppressed rage in his voice.
"Yet, he touched you. Laid his hands on you."
I could barely think. "Who?" I whispered, trying to figure out what he was ranting about. And then it struck me. "Justin?"
"Yes, Toy," he said darkly. "Justin."
Ps: I was so busy yesterday guys so in order to make up I updated 2 chapters for y'all ..
Anddddd a gift won't hurt you know.🎀