Addiction

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My head feels so heavy.

I hesitantly open my eyes, but my vision is far from clear. The room is spinning and I have a huge urge to puke. I feel terrible.

A mix of voices, both English and Spanish, fills my ears. I am too dizzy to understand what they are saying, though.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a few moments and when I open them again, my vision clears. I don't recognize my surroundings and when I attempt to move, I just can't. It doesn't take long to notice that I am tied to a wooden chair.

"Looks like princesa is awake."

My eyes meet with an unfamiliar man's who is dressed in all black. And then all the memories coming back, hitting me like a truck.

I am officially kidnapped. Well, that's a first.

I look around, noticing that I am in what seems like a basement with a small window behind me that brings some natural light inside the musty room. The lights are on even though from what it looks like from outside, it's morning. The room is empty except the wooden chair I am tied up and a hideous dusty mattress next to the wall on my right side. There is also a rusty bookcase to the other side but there aren't any books on it. Shame.

I attempt to move but it's futile obviously "Fuck you." I spit angrily, the first words that come out of my mouth.

"Good morning to you too." It comes from the man I first noticed. A heavy Mexican accent laces his voice. There are two other men standing a few feet behind him. But it is obvious that he is the one in charge between the three of them "Who the fuck are you?" I eye him up and down.

"Antonio." He smirks. He must be in his late twenties. Dark hair, dark eyes, pretty face. He is attractive but I currently hate him. You know, because he kidnapped me.

"Nice name, a shame that they gave it you. Where the hell am I?" I attempt to move again.

"In a basement." He answers bored.

"No shit, Sherlock." I roll my eyes "Were you the one who drug me? Because you seem incapable, I am not gonna lie."

His eyes darken, I can tell that I start getting on his nerves, good, that is my purpose "They told me that I should have gagged you. Your mouth is uncontrollable." He takes a few steps closer "And yes, it was me."

"How many hours I was out?" It must have been around twelve, maybe more, if I judge by the morning light.

"Fifteen."

"For fuck's sake, what did you use to drug me?"

"We drugged you again while you were still knocked out."

"How did you get into my house?"

"Quite difficult, wasn't it? Took us days to find a way." 

"Get there faster, I will fall asleep."

He shoots me a murderous glare, but he talks either way "Fine, I slipped inside the garage before the new security changed the codes. They weren't fast enough." He grins "It would had taken so much longer to get upstairs with that hell of security you brought, but you made it so much easier, coming to the garage by yourself. " He looks at me with fake gratitude.

It makes sense. Yesterday morning, when Chase's security arrived, the new head of security changed all the codes. So, he must had gotten inside earlier.

"And what if I hadn't?"

"Well, we had yet to finalize our plan of how to get you from your own room, and then your pain in the ass of a boyfriend found our little help and ruined our plan completely. So, it was my last chance to get in before the new security arrived. We had no idea how to pass all this security and the new codes, but luck was on our side and you came to us by yourself. How does it feel knowing that it was all you?" He smirks satisfied.