Deception |H.S|

Twelve

Rosalina's pov:

Niall stood up from his seat, and pushed his sunglasses on top of his head again, since they kept sliding down his nose.

I looked up at him though my lashes.
He seemed kinda tense and distracted, but I decided not to ask about it.

"Are we leaving?" I asked him, now standing up myself.
I could feel how the back of my thighs was sticking to the fake leather material.

"No- uhm. I have to show you something" he said walking over to me.
I furrowed my brows but trusted his words.

"Where?" I laughed, running my hands though my hair, causing one of my rings to get stuck in a curl.

"Downstairs" he said grabbing my left wrist.

"Downstairs?"

He laughed cheeky but just kept walking until we reached the stairs, to the basement.

He let go of my hands again, and we disappeared downstairs where we walked though a little white hallway.
He turned to the side so we were standing in a small bright room, with two doors to the men and woman toilets, and then an exit door on the side.

I looked around confused and saw that he looked like he had lost something.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, brushing my hair out of my face awkwardly.

"Shiiit" he said, his hands wandering over his body and on the back of his jeans.
"I forgot my phone, just wait here and I'll be back in a second!" And with that he ran off, leaving me without an explanation.

I laughed to myself and leaned my side up against the wall.
I heard a car door slam from the parking lot outside, making me turn my head quick, but then my phone hummed in my pocket catching my attention instead.

My hand drifted down into my pocket and grabbed my phone but before I even managed to do anything, I heard the door behind me being slammed open.

I turned around in shock, and was met by two tall figures standing in the doorway.
They were both wearing black clothes and black ski masks covering almost their whole face.
My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach, and before I could run away or do anything, one of the men yanked me towards him, and pulled

something over my head.
He covered my mouth with his big hand so I couldn't say a sound.
I tried to scream into his hand but no one would be able to hear it
Then I felt my hands getting tied together with a coarse rope, causing my skin to burn when the other man tightened it.

I was dragged out the door, and thrown inside a car.
The material was soaked from the tears that was running down my cheeks.

Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over me like some hungry beast, immobilizing me.
I could hear my heart pound in my ears, and I tried to scream again but the man who was holding his hand over my mouth, had slid into the seat next to me, and had an even tighter grip around me now.

Sweat poured down my body as I tried to stay as still as possible, scared of what they were gonna do to me.
The car door next to me opened, and a body slid into the seat next to me, our thighs touching.

Deep groans and heavy breathing filled the car, as it started to drive.

I couldn't control myself.
I was shaking all over my body, my legs in an odd trembling rhythm.

Then I felt a big warm hand grab my bare thigh.
Skin against skin.

I whined at the touch and tried to get away, but who was I trying to fool.