Everything is black. Wait did Jack just sedate me? He has no alleged proof that I did anything. He is such an animal!(metaphor) He can't just distort what I say, and then feel justified in drugging me. That love letter to Jack was anonymous.
Jack dragged me kicking and screaming out of my sanctuary, and slapped manacles on my wrists. I was petrified. What else could I be. I didn't do anything wrong! I don't have an ounce of admiration for Jack. I need to correct this situation...
I here the familiar sound of Jack's black volvo. I feel cramped, and I'm moving. Was I in his trunk? Oh, Jack was going to get it. You can't treat someone like this it's... it's illegal. These are the days I wish I was a superhero or a demi-god or something that has powers, so I could break out of this place. My ocular system still isn't working so I have to rely on my sense of touch to flip myself onto my side.
My eyes start working again as I feel myself being set in a chair. I open them and am horrified to see Jack's handsome face smirking at me. The room I'm in looks so retro. It's like my great grandmothers sitting room. Strangely, I was starting to feel secure. Tied up on a loveseat with a flowery pattern on it.
My ultraviolet android smartphone starts playing "Im not that girl" from wicked. Awkword! That means that Jack is calling! He looks shocked at hearing the ringtone for his number, but adapts his expression to a smirk again, and hands me my phone in one fluent gesture. Crap! I awkwardly answer the phone considering that I'm handcuffed. He is so ridiculous. Why is he doing all this. He can't possibly know that the letter is from me. I was so careful. I hear his breathing on the other end before he starts to laugh. I want to snap is perfect vocal chords in half.
However, as soon as our eyes make contact... I know I won't be able to deny that I love him.
