Blind (Jonathan Davis x reader)

Godawful (12)

LANEY'S POV

What was that fucking smell? It was godawful.

My face felt smushed against a cold, rough wood floor. My eyes were covered, as was my mouth. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet were tied as well.

My body was sore, and I could feel that some of my clothes had been ripped. I didn't know where I was, or what was happening. Was I even conscious? Maybe I was dreaming it all.

I heard quiet footsteps from afar, my heart raced. I didn't know why anything happened the way it did. When did he show up to the party, why did he show up? Was there an intention, or did he see me and decide what he wanted from there?

Everything felt like a blur. How long had I been knocked out? It was probably a miracle I even had the strength to gain consciousness, much less even move.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

"Hey, I just seen her move." An unknown male voice said calmly. It was a rough, worn voice, one more likely to belong to an older man.

"I'll go get some smack." I heard George said before I felt the vibrations of his steps among the floor.

"So how much do you want for her anyway?" The other man asked abruptly while a cabinet or something of the sort had opened and closed.

My heart sank, I knew exactly what was happening. I was being trafficked. They had drugged me up to keep me from resisting. There's no telling what they did to me while I was out, and there's no telling what will happen next. It was all a lie, everything. Or was it? Maybe this was George's way of getting revenge on me, revenge for my unreciprocated feelings. That fucking lunatic.

Almost too soon, footsteps neared me. I felt a needle prick at my skin lightly.

Suddenly I jerked away, screaming. A gut wrenching, godawful, soul crushing scream escaped from my soul. I don't know what came over me. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to accept my fate.

I wanted to live.

"Aye, what the hell!? Be still!" George huffed.

I screamed more. I screamed and kicked and whaled. My indomitable human spirit refused to let a finger be placed on me. Suddenly, I had been adrenalized. My pupils were probably the size of dinner plates.

"Fine! You fucking little cunt. Have it your way, but don't start crying when your head starts pounding." George scoffed, pushing me away from him.

Unfortunately, he was right. Ever since I'd woken up I had felt a strong throb throughout my entire body. It was only going to get worse. Not only that, but my entire body was extremely sore and bruised. I was in immense pain. I didn't know what to do.

"Alright man, I gotta dip for a second. Watch her." George said as I heard his footsteps trail off.

There was silence. I sat motionless, I felt hopeless.

"So, you're the mystery girl huh?" The man asked while he bent down and pealing the tape from my mouth.

"What?" I asked, quivering.

"George used to always talk to me about you before he brought you here."

"What do you mean? Where am I?" I cried softly.