Roman Reigns Imagines, Etc.

My savior

⚠️WARNING⚠️

THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES SENSITIVE AND MATURE CONTENT. IT INVOLVES ATTEMPT R@P3,KIDNAP, ASSAULT AND CURSING, BONDAGE AND SLIGHT SMUT.

AGAIN, THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES SENSTIVE CONTENT

😘MizzyMommi😘

I = You

y/n= Your name

y/e/c= your eye color

y/l/n= your last name

I open my (y/e/c) eyes and wipe the blur from them. I stretch my small arms and yawn. I had a pleasant dream last night. Of course, I was dreaming of a future in which I had children and a husband, Roman. We're just friends, but it's about time I tell him the truth.

I decide that today is the day that I tell him. I grab my phone and shoot him a text. It reads 'Hey Roman, I've been meaning to talk to you about something and thought about meeting up. Are you busy today?'. I sit my phone back down and head for the bathroom.

I grab my crimson red wash rag off of the rack that's sitting on the wall.  After washing, I grab my matching red towel from the closet and wrap it around me. I head back into my bedroom and check my cell phone. I have a text from Roman, it reads 'No of course I'm not busy, how about the cafe around the corner from your place?'. My stomach drops to my legs and they're wobbly.

I shouldn't be nervous, it's Roman. I mean, I am going to talk to him about something serious. It's not a life-or-death serious, but future type serious. My phone buzzes again before I can put it down and it's Drew, Drew McIntyre. It says, 'Hello Gorgeous'.

Drew is a good friend of mine, I bet he's telling me how his date with the blond went last Friday. We haven't been able to talk because of our busy schedules. 'Hey Drew, how's everything going?', I text back. I put my phone on the charger and go into my closet to grab an outfit. I grab a black long sleeved tee shirt with dark washed blue jeans.

It's in the middle of the fall, so it's pretty chilly outside. I pull out my white flats and move onto my hair. I put soft curls into my hair and wait for them to fall over time. I put on a gold necklace that has a gold butterfly on it. I text him, "What time?'. I asked that a-little late, but I hope it's soon.

He texts back almost immediately, 'In 20'. I have to meet him soon, for real. My phone goes off again, It Drew, 'What are you up to?'. I text him back, 'You remember when I was talking about telling the guy my big secret?'. I put my phone on my dresser as I put on my little bit of makeup.

I don't wear much: black eyeliner, mascara and nude colored lip gloss. I finish the look off with my tan cardigan that has two bold, black lines going along the bottom of it. There's a big, empty, white spot in between the bold lines. I look into my full body mirror to the left of my tv stand and the outfit looks good. The jeans fit good on me, hugging every curves.

After the twenty minutes pass, I grab my necessities and leave out. I take a walk around to the cafe, which is no longer than a ten-minute walk from my place. It's pretty okay out to walk, oddly warm. As I turn the corner, I hear a car screech behind me and feel a presence behind me. I'm too late to turn around and there's a hand with a black glove and white cloth over my nose and mouth. I'm being kidnapped, why am I being kidnapped?

My eyes get lazy, and my lungs fight to contract. The last thing I remember is my leg hitting metal like a car door. I can hear the car engine going and I can feel the fact that we're driving. Where are we going, I wanted to ask. Are they going to kill me? Is he, if there's one person?