I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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TW: Mentions of SA (Sexual Assault)
My hearing comes back before any of my other senses do, and the first thing I tune into is a drip, drip, dripping sound past my head. Something behind me is shuffling around, and I'm trying to remember where I am and how I got here.
My eyes blink open next, and the world slowly comes into focus. The first thing I see is rusted concrete and water stains that look like they could be decades old. I push myself up onto my elbows, wincing at the movement. My body feels abnormally heavy, and there's a sharp pain at the base of my neck. I rub the back of my neck and feel something damp, only to pull back with blood smeared on my fingertips.
Too weak to keep my arm up, I let it fall back to the mattress. I do a slow scan of my surroundings and notice I'm alone on a metal slate bed in a concrete room with corroding walls and what smells like misery permeating the atmosphere. Slightly swaying above me is a lightbulb that barely emits enough light to see a few feet in each direction, meaning the room is cast in shadows and shades of grey for the most part. To my right is a small barred window where moonlight peaks in showing me that at least several hours have passed since I was last conscious.
Panic starts to creep in from the corners of my consciousness, and my body seems to pick up on it before I do, my breath quickening and growing increasingly erratic as my vision starts to dot over.
I don't know where I am, I don't know what has happened, and I'm fucking scared. I'm not equipped for whatever the fuck this is, and I would rather be anywhere else – even standing at the professor's podium in front of an entire lecture hall of students. But instead I'm here, some rancid and sus looking place that looks like the backdrop of a fucking Saw Movie.
I shake my head and try to gather myself, to grow a pair of tits as Valencia would say. The thought of her is like a shot of whiskey, it warms my chest and gives me a nudge of confidence where I would otherwise have none.
Okay Kai, let's use that College brain for something other than getting Valencia off.
As much as I wish for Oli to jump out of that ominous looking doorway, screaming laughing that I fell for his shit prank, something about this place makes my skin crawl. It becomes increasingly apparent that the situation I find myself in is related to the threatening note I received.
What would Valencia do if she were here?
She would make sure I'm okay; she would brush her fingers over my face and run her palms over my body to check for injuries. She'd look into my eyes and she'd kiss my face, she would hold me in her arms and tell me that everything would be okay. Despite the circumstances, I can't help the small smile at the thought.
I wish she were here.
I hope she's not too worried about me.
My eyebrows furrow at the thought of Valencia growing more and more worried as time passes without any word from me. I hope she's not blaming herself, but I know her well enough to know that she definitely is.
