Adriana's Notebook

Chapter 19

There is only one chapter left of Adriana's Notebook. It has been an incredible journey. I am so glad that I could share it with you, my dear readers. I usually don't like to end my books the way I am about to, but I feel like I should like it is a somewhat justified ending. Still, I hope you enjoy it and understand why I chose to end things this way. Don't worry, no one dies...yet 😉

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Was this how it's going to end? Am I going to die like this?

Those were the thoughts that ran through my mind when I first regained consciousness. I had no idea how long it has been since I got kidnapped. I could have been there for days, weeks, or even months...

I was being held in a basement-like room. There were no windows and only one door. The walls were white, and the floors tiled. I could not get a good look at my surroundings because I just wanted to fall asleep again each time I woke up.

I felt horrible... my head throbbed, and my eyelids were heavy. Although I tried my best to move my body, I could not, and every time I did, I heard a beep before I passed out again.

When I regained consciousness for the third time, I realized that I was strapped to a bed, an IV drip in my left arm, pumping me with what I assumed to be drugs, which would explain my current state.

It was awful and I felt awful. It was like I was not even in my body; I had no control. I was slipping in and out of consciousness. I hated it. What kind of drug is this?

I had no idea of my kidnapper's identity or what they were doing to me while I was unconscious. Was I being beaten? Was I being raped? I had no idea, and that made me scared. They could be doing all sorts of things to me that I did not know of. The worst part was that I could not feel anything. My body was numb.

Was I dead?

The thought crossed my mind; maybe that would explain why I was feeling like this. Many thoughts ran through my head during the few minutes that I was conscious.

Was I ever going to find out who is behind all this? Would my family rescue me in time? I had no idea what effects the drug had on my health. Was I going to die from an overdose? Would it happen soon, or would I be kept like this forever?

A type of punishment.

There was one time where I did have a dream. It felt so real, and for a second, I thought that my kidnapping was just a dream.

I woke up at the sound of my alarm. I groaned and turned to turn it off before snuggling back under the covers.

I heard a loud yawn. "Good morning, baby." The deep, raspy voice greeted.

I turned to my right and was met with the loving but sleepy gaze of the love of my life.

I hummed a response and cuddled closer to him. His chest rumbled in a laugh, and he tightened his hold on me. I sighed in content.

"So, I am guessing that we are not going to get out of bed anytime soon." He chuckled, and I nodded with small smile on my lips.

"It was quite a busy night; I am still feeling exhausted," I mumbled, and I knew he had a satisfied smirk on.

My fingers traced over his toned stomach, loving the feel of his abs and the way he shivered at my touch. I traced over the countless marks on his chest. Evidence of the night before.

He grabbed my hand, and I looked up at him, ready to protest, but his lips were on mine before I could.

The kiss was deep and passionate. The way his tongue dominated my mouth sent waves of shivers through me. I curled my toes as I let out a soft moan. This kiss was different. It was more electrifying, I could feel the sparks, and the tingling feeling in my stomach intensified as his hands ever so slightly made their way from my waist up to the back of my neck, as he deepened the kiss further.