Different [sevika x black fem reader]

18

Your eyes shot open. You sat up quickly before grabbing your pounding head. All you could think about was what was in that drink? Karla's friend was right.

You then looked around. You were not at home. Your heart sank at the thought of being in a stranger's house. And you don't really remember much.

You looked around getting a sense of familiarity as the bedroom was similarly shaped to yours. The walls were blank, but painted. It was a burgundy color. You did find a calendar on the wall. But you couldn't read it from where you sat. There was a wooden dresser that was intricately carved, and a big flat screen tv right in front of it.

Among the room were boxes as if someone had just moved in, but it was somewhat neat.. somewhat. There was a side table on both sides of the bed. They were different. The right side table was gold, with glass on top. It held a ceramic astray and a couple of bottles yet to be thrown away. The left table was black and had drawers. The handles were gold however. There were a couple more bottles, some random metal trinkets, and a remote that you assumed went with the tv.

You looked down at yourself. You weren't wearing your dress. Which meant there was a high possibility you had sex. You wore a big tee instead that probably went to your knees or at least long enough to cover your butt. You felt down to feel that you still had your strapless bra and underwear on. Your underwear happened to be a lacy thong. They were surprisingly comfortable.

You felt around the bed. The bed was hard. The sheets however were black and silky, but there was no comforter or cover to add warmth, which you found odd.

After looking around, you finally gained the courage to get off the bed. As you stood, you almost fell down due to being lightheaded. Thoughts of possibly being drugged came to mind. This would be the last time you would go clubbing again.

Looking around, no suspect being present, you decided to rummage through the side table drawer to see if anything would help. Low and behold, the first drawer had a handgun. Around it were packaged, purple substances. You closed the drawer slowly. You found yourself freaking out. You felt more and more unsafe. You looked in the second drawer to find a burnt picture. All you could make out was a that it was a family portrait, but you couldn't decipher much about it.

You closed the drawer.

Suddenly you heard movement outside of the bedroom. It was as if someone entered the front door. Panicking you opened the top drawer and grabbed the gun.

You didn't even know how to use it, but hopefully, it would at least be intimidating.

Your heart beat created a fast paced melody with the approaching footsteps. Once the door opened, you pointed the gun at.. "SEVIKA?!" You shouted.

She looked at you like you were a dumb, crazy bitch. "What the hell are you doing with my gun?! Put it down!"

You quickly laid it on her side table. "I'm sorry! What do you expect me to do when I wake up in a house that I have no memory of?! Why do you have a gun? What even happened-" you grabbed your head. You felt like you were spinning. You sat back on the bed.

Sevika walked up to you cautiously. She grabbed her gun and placed it back in the drawer before closing it.

She placed the back of her palm on your head that quickly brought warmth to her icy hands.

"Don't touch my shit or go through my drawers. I'll be right back." She spat out.

You rolled your eyes. She chuckled in annoyance. "That's strike 3." She walked off.

'Strike 3?' you thought.

She came back with water in a glass, a lemony ginger tea that she said had "some amla in it" and a random cluster of grapes?