Love and Other Disasters

Chapter 12.

-Isaac's POV-

I took the chloroform-dipped napkin and pressed it forcefully against Aya's nose and mouth, and within seconds, she went completely unconscious. I sighed in relief and carried her to the small cottage located next to the beach. I had to take a hidden path so no one would spot me sneaking a drugged 19 year old to the cottage. After 20 minutes of walking, I finally reached my destination. I laid her down on the bed located in the center of the room. I pressed the needle of the white syringe into the vein in her neck, pushing all of the liquid into her blood. Then, I had to make sure the high definition video camera is on and recording.

''Perfect.'' I thought.

Everything was in place just as Nadine has ordered.

-10 hours earlier-

''Focus Isaac and listen to every single word I am about to say.'' said Nadine in a serious tone as I nodded in approval.

Nadine was a girl I had met earlier that day during my shift at the bar. She first moved towards me dressed in an all-black disguise, asking me for a favor that is extremely secretive in her point of view. She claimed that if I fulfill her order, she will reward me with a satisfactory sum of money we had already negotiated about.

''See that girl standing over there?'' she said pointing towards 2 girls and a guy.

''Yeah, I guess.'' I said trying to figure out the one she is talking about among the faces of crowd.

We quickly headed back to the cottage in order to have more privacy where Nadine explained the plan in further detail.

''Look, you are going to work your magic on her throughout the day until you manage to make her like you before the party. Then, you should get her away from the crowd and the party at night using a napkin dipped in this.'' Nadine said as she pushed a bottle of liquid into my hand.

''What's that?'' I said examining it.

''Chloroform. It will make her pass out immediately. After you carry her to this cottage, you will drug her by inserting the liquid in this syringe through her blood. She will fall asleep until around next morning." She continued.

"Understood." I nodded, again.

"There is a high definition video camera up there." Nadine pointed to the shelf in the corner of the room across the bed. "You should turn it on as soon as you enter the room. It will record the whole raping process from A to Z."

"Okay, when do we meet again so that I can get the money?" I questioned.

"Whenever you are ready. You hand in the tape, I hand in the money." She replied.

"Seems good." I gave her a thumbs up.

-Present time-

Not only haven't I imagined myself raping an innocent girl, but I would have never thought that it was a girl I am starting to like. The thought of rape used to disgust me, but I've got nothing left to do. I need the money more than anything.

After I had undressed her and did as told, I stopped the recording camera and turned it off, putting the memory card into my back pocket. It was a few minutes past midnight, Aya still had plenty of time before she is supposed to wake up. Even though, I left the cottage as quickly as possible, trying to ignore the feeling of guilt that had started to wash over me.

6.00 am

-Aya's POV-

I woke up at what seemed like the very early morning. My head was terribly pounding and my vision was blurred although I had my eyeglasses on. I felt pain in my neck as well, nearly similar to the pain of a bruise. The surrounding room was not one I was familiar with which seemed very weird to me, especially that I do not remember being drunk.

It was when I found out that I was wrapped in a dusty duvet that had little spots of blood on rather than my outfit when I started to feel confused and scared. I hopped off the bed in seconds, only to realize that my clothes were carelessly scattered all over the floor.

"What the hell is going on?" I thought out loud.

I got dressed quickly and was about to leave then remembered that I didn't have my phone. I went back to the room and found it on the bedside table at 3% battery.

I left the cottage only to find myself facing the beach. Everything that has happened yesterday rushed over into my brain. Ethan, Farah, Isaac, the party, the talk I had with Isaac, and everything else. It all made sense since I never recalled going back home. The last thing I remember is leaving Isaac to go to Ethan's car, which apparently I never did.

The beach was as empty as a desert. It was 6.15 am by then, as showed my phone's clock. My first instinct was to call Farah as I did not have anything better to do in order to save myself.

I wandered around aimlessly in the sand waiting for her to answer, feeling a little bit of pain as my legs moved back and forward. The site of the pain was something I failed to put a finger on, so I decided to ignore it and concentrate on the call instead.

After what seemed like forever, Farah finally picked up the phone.

"Oh my God, Aya! Where are you? We waited for you for like an hour yesterday, what the hell happened to you?" Her voice was sleepy but that did not stop her from rambling.

"Farah focus, all I know is that I am at the beach since yesterday and my phone is at 3% battery. Please tell Ethan or whoever to come get me as soon as possible." I told her quickly as I sat on a random chair on the closed bar.

She hung up soon after she told me that she is going to tell Ethan.

I waited for a further 45 minutes in the parking before I spotted Ethan's Range Rover coming towards where I was. He parked in front of the sidewalk where I was sat and left the car to help me up. Farah was sat in the passenger seat with worried eyes as well but he told her it was not necessary to leave.

"Gosh, Aya we were worried sick about you. What happened?" Ethan told me as we hopped into the car.

"Ethan, I seriously have not a single idea about what happened to me. I remember heading towards the parking yesterday, and nothing else. I think I was drugged 'cause I woke up in a cottage by the seashore, wrapped in a duvet that had blood on it. My clothes and phone were scattered everywhere in the room, but there was no evidence of any other person in the cottage nor on the beach."

"Do you remember any detail of the person who drugged you? Do you have bruises anywhere?" He shot the questions one after the other.

"I wouldn't recognize the person if they passed in front of me. He or she put the napkin on my face from my back so I never saw the face." I shrugged my shoulders then continued. "I obviously wouldn't know but I have been feeling pain in my neck and in between my legs I think."

"Show me the part of your neck where you feel the pain." Farah told me softly.

I turned around to show her. "Yes, you were definitely drugged. There is a small yellow bruise near your distinct neck veins. I think some of it is turning a purple shade as well." Farah said looking at Ethan.

"You know what else do I think?" Ethan said with a coarse voice.

"What?" Farah and I said simultaneously.

"I think Aya is a victim of rape." Ethan said slowly, with a low, angry tone.