𝙴𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝚄𝚜- ᴀ sᴏᴋᴇᴇғᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ (𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕫)

The Night I Was Taken- Again

<Wylie's POV>

The last thing I remember is being forcefully bound, gagged and lulled into an unsettling slumber against my will. Twice.

Not again.. talk about déjà vu.

The last face I remember is Phoenix's. 

While unconscious, my fists clench together in anger and hatred of that good-for-nothing, evil, heart-straying girl!

I think furiously of  the night I was taken- again...

                                                                               Flashback....

She pulled me, laughing, behind a purple tree, her  turquoise eyes glinting beautifully, entrancing me in her gaze. Her shiny, sleek blonde hair cascaded perfectly down her shoulders as she brushed her finger across my chocolate brown skin. I force my gaze to her.

Her  perfectly manicured cherry red nails sent shivers down my spine as she raked them along my arm, making goosebumps appear. Her thick, luscious eyelashes heavily framed her eyes, which bore into mine intently. I force a smile.

It was at that moment that I felt a bubbling love for her, probably more than I could feel for.. Linh. Linh. 'Ugh, I hate the feeling of regret... a deep bubbling guilt, brimming over the top...'

'Stop. Stop feeling regret- you chose Phoenix,' I'd thought to myself, 'You chose her- over Linh... but why?'

The weird thing was: I didn't even know how I knew Phoenix or why I chose her. But I just did.

She tilted my chin up, compelling me to look at her face. I gulped as she said, "Come over here," Pointing to an empty bench where  lots of fallen flower petals laid strewn on the ground. 

I'd somehow unwillingly followed, forced against my will. Yes. That's what this whole relationship was- a forced relationship. 

I don't know how, I don't know why. I just felt like I needed to be with her- regret followed consequently. Yet, every time I try to snap out of it- I can't. I feel "stuck" to her. 

Then, before I knew it, she'd kicked me behind my knees and dragged me somewhere, someone else jumping out of the trees and helping her pull me. I'd tried my best to wriggle out of their grasp and pull away, kicking and yelling for help; but Phoenix'd poured a liquid down my throat, closing of my vision of the world and dragging me down into sleep. Just great. 

By the time I'd woke up, I was gagged andchained to a chair , behind a glass- a big window, in a futuristically scary room with strange equipment and machinery- like a lab.. 

The rooom was separated into two- one side with me- one side with all the equipment. My side was bare given for the chair, me and an operation table.

Then, out of the shadows, a tall and imposing figure stepped towards me, drumming her bright red nails along the windowsill.

Phoenix.

She'd glared down at me cruelly and forced open my gag and poured another seadtive down my throat, shoving me back against the wall - hard.

The sedative blinded me and sent a searing pain into my head as around five more elves crowded around me, all in lab-coats and murmur, "It's going to be alright.."

The sedative pulls me under again as the sharp pain increases in my head. 

Help.