Fabricated Lives (Toji x OC)

12: Bidding

A/N:

This is one if not my favorite chapter of this story from what I've written so far, so I couldn't wait to post it. So please enjoy the early chapter!!!

Toji name meaning, "great exceedingly, beyond the normal degree"

Music played softly in the background. An almost full bottle of vodka sat on the bathroom vanity. A small shot glass sat beside it. Nyoko already had one shot, but she was trying to find the urge to swallow a second. She hated the taste of alcohol.

Nyoko had rehearsed the words she would say to him tonight over and over. The alcohol was for confidence. Sure, maybe two shots were one too maybe, or even just one might have overdone it, but she needed it. Even if it wouldn't give her confidence then it would relax her enough.

She sprayed perfume on her wrists and neck before she took one more look at her outfit. She adjusted the straps on her dress and checked to make sure her hair was perfectly curled. Taking one last look at the shot Nyoko shook off her disgust and threw it back. Before she left, she grabbed her jacket and confirmed her door was locked. Nyoko walked down from her apartment in silence and made her way out of the building.

Winter was in full swing now. A light dusting of snow covered the ground and large flakes fell from the sky. It was cold, so Nyoko wrapped her coat tighter around herself. Her eyes stayed on the ground, watching her step to make sure she didn't trip.

Her and Toji would be meeting at a restaurant that was only a ten-minute walk away from her apartment. The worst part of the walk was the cold. But she would be warm soon.

"Excuse me." A voice came from behind her.

Nyoko turned around to look at the source of the voice. The man was tall, and she could only see his silhouette since he was standing in front of one of the streetlights. Nyoko didn't like running into people, so she usually took the back way where there weren't large crowds.

Before Nyoko could say anything or turn back around, a hand clamped over her mouth. She squealed for only a second but sleep quickly took her over when she breathed in whatever was on the rag.

Everything went black. 

A sharp stinging sensation came from Nyoko's wrists. A rope or even a chain would have been more comfortable, but no, they had to use zip ties. They were tight around her wrists, sure to leave bruises, the wrists she had only dusted with perfume probably not even an hour ago.

"Look who's finally awake." A man's voice came from one end of the dark room.

"Up just in time for us to have our fun, huh?" Another man's voice said.

Nyoko tried to calm her heart. It hurt from how hard it was beating against her chest. It felt like it wanted to escape, as if it were telling her "if you can't run away, then I will". She was aware of the fact that her feet weren't tied up, and her hands weren't bound to anything other than her other hand, but she couldn't take the risk. With how little light was in the room Nyoko didn't know how many people were here or what the room even looked like. Not to mention if they knew what the Gojo family is, odds are some of them are sorcerers.

As much as she hated to admit it, the best thing for her to do was to wait. See where she was and get her thoughts in order. If there was one good thing about Satoru being her brother, it's that she was taught how to handle situations like this. She might run away when it came to expressing her feelings, but she could mostly stay calm under pressure for situations like this.