Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

12.

PRETTY LONG CHAPTER. I put two chapters together that's why ...

One thing I know for sure, I wasn't blind folded anymore.

Well, I'm sure I wasn't.

But the fact that it was still dark, made me question if I was blind folded.

Not even a single light beamed in this cold airy room.

I had woken up to the darkness that had made me rethink if I was even alive.

I've never feared the darkness, but noticing just how deep the darkness can get you, I'm starting to rethink that thought.

I can hear and smell better.

I don't know how long it's been since I've been under Zayns surveillance but I'm almost at the point of going insane.

My stomach is grumbling and I swear, that revolting smell is me.

I want to cry, scream and fight my way out of this but for some reason, I'm just sitting here.

I can't move and it's freaking me out.

I'm paralysed.

My eyes start to water as my quickened breath echoes throughout this cold room.

What if he's done something to Taylor?! He can't have killed her!

Zayn was many things when I met him, but I never thought he'd stoop so low as to kill my best friend.

And Blake.

I squeeze my eyes closed.

Why?!

I feel so betrayed.

I whimper quietly to myself but I hear a noise from the distance and I squeeze my eyes closed.

In my head, I'm scurrying away. But I can't move!

The door, with no light vivid on the other side opens on my right and I try to foresee what's over there.

But I can't see anything!

"Alissa,."

My eyes water as I hear Zayns voice echo in this strange dungeon I'm in.

Where am I?!

"Why so sad?" He whispers, caressing my cheek.

I try to pull away, but my body rejects me as he continues to touch me.

I try to speak, but nothing comes out and it's frustrating me so much as more tears come flowing down my cheek as I lay here numb and helpless to this psychotic asshole.

"Ssh, don't try to speak. The drug will ware off soon. I promise." Zayn whispers.

Drug?! You drugged me?! I widen my gaze at him.

I can't speak!

His hands sneak around my upper back and the other snakes under my knees.

I whimper again as uncomfortable chills start to flow through me. More fresh tears come down my cheeks.

I can feel every little thing he does to me but I'm immobilised.

He cradles me in his arms as my head, heavy and uncertain bobs around without his support.

Adjusting me in his arms, he finally hoists me up as my mind protests against everything when my head is supported against his shoulder.

I hate this. I hate this so much!