Blurred Lines

~Unfamiliar~

Kali's POV- The Next Day:

Frozen. That's how cold I felt. My body was stiff and unmoving, my skin ice cold yet burning. I couldn't feel anything, just the unwavering cold around me. I couldn't feel my legs, my hands, nothing. I wasn't even sure if I still had them. I wasn't sure of anything.

Wherever I was, it was dark. Eerily so. I couldn't see or hear anything. It was like I was laying in the dark abyss with nothing but my own mind to keep my company. I felt alone. I was alone.

I have no idea where I am or if I'm even alive. Maybe this is the afterlife or something. I've come close to death before and it was nothing like this, but maybe coming close to it isn't nearly as close to dying entirely.

Death is cold and lonely. Well, if I'm dead and this is some form of the afterlife. Maybe there are levels to death. Y'know? Loneliness and never ending cold, then a flash of what my life was like, then heaven. I guess. If any of the things I believed were actually real.

Or maybe death is exactly this. Nothing but emptiness and ice cold temperatures. I guess things could be worse. If I could feel, I assume all I'd feel is pain. I think I choose feeling nothing over feeling pain.

It went on for what felt like hours. Deafening silence, stiff muscles, and nothing but my thoughts to entertain myself. Time was dragging on and I didn't have a clue as to where I was or what had happened to me.

Then, there was light. The tiniest, faint, sliver of light. Almost as if somewhere to turn on the light in a hallway and light would seep in from under the door. Then footsteps. Heavy footsteps, too heavy to be a woman. There was more than one, maybe three? Possibly just two? I couldn't tell All I know is there getting louder and louder which means they're getting closer.

There wasn't enough light from under the door for me to see what was around me, much less two inches in front of me. I still couldn't feel my legs, or any other parts of my body.

Seconds later something was blocking the light from under the door. Fear gripped me tight, unrelenting and present. I wasn't sure what waited for me on the other side of the door. Was it something that I should be afraid of? Was it whoever did this to me? Or maybe it was someone who could help me?

It would be wishful thinking to believe that someone was going to save me at this point in time. You think after my last brush with death I'd stop thinking that someone was going to save me. I mean, someone did save me last time, but that was pure luck, it had to be. What else could it have been?

There was a click before the door slowly opened. The light was so harsh and bright on my eyes that I had to close them. There was a loud bang, followed by clank and then more footsteps. I tried to open my eyes but the light was so bright I couldn't every time I tried they closed all over again on their own.

"Kalani Valentina London. I've waited a long time for this moment." Someone said, their voice was manly yet annoyingly pitchy. I didn't recognize the voice at all, and with a voice like that I doubt I could forget it.

I tried to open my eyes again, this time I had a little more luck. I could only squint but it was better than before. I could make out three bodies, faces unknown and unclear in the haze of the light blinding me.

"What?" I croaked. I didn't even recognize my own voice. My throat felt rough and gravely, like I hadn't had water for days. Had it been days? I wouldn't know.

"Right! Of course. It's been a couple hours since you've had something to drink. Get the girl a drink!" The blurry man in front of me grunted towards one of the two men beside him. They were visibly taller than him, maybe even bigger, I couldn't tell.

"Yes boss." One of them nodded before leaving the room.

"Sorry about that, sweet cheeks. I forgot my manners there for a second." I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light so I could finally see whoever this man was.

Eventually I could make out their faces, and one thing became abundantly clear to me. I have no fucking idea who these men are or what the hell they could want from me.

"W-Who are you?" I asked, looking between the two men who stood above me.

"Cecilio, a friend of those brutes you call boyfriends. Speaking of which, how does that work? I've been wondering." The smaller man chuckled as he grabbed a chair I hadn't noticed before and sat down on it.

"Why am I here? W-What do you want from me?" He smiled sadistically and shrugged.

"I haven't figured that out yet. I could kill you and make your pretty little boyfriends pay for what they did to my father, or I could keep you for myself. If four men are crazy about you I believe it's safe to assume that you're rather good in bed." What the fuck?

"I'll have to find out for myself soon. After the drugs wear off of course." Drugs? That would tell me why I can't feel anything.

"Why are you d-doing this?" I asked, feeling a pang in my chest.

"Because I can." He said simply. I didn't bother saying anything else. My throat was sore and it was obvious this man had no intention of telling me what he wanted from me. What could my men have possibly done to him?

"Boss," I glanced up to see one of the men from before holding a bottle of water over Cecilio's shoulder. He took the bottle and slowly unscrewed the top.

"The drugs should wear off in a couple hours, at most it'll take until tomorrow morning." He sighed as he slid off the chair and squatted down in front of me.

"Open up, sweet cheeks." Hell no.

I pressed my lips together in a thin line, refusing to open my mouth for that man. I'd rather die of dehydration than let him do this. No telling how far he's willing to take things.

"Fierce little thing aren't you? That's okay, I'll break you soon enough." He chuckled before he sat the bottle down in front of me.

"You'll want it soon enough. I'll be back soon, beautiful." He slid his finger under my chin, sliding it all the way up to my lips before licking his own.

"I see why they're so crazy for you." He mumbled before he stood up and walked out of the room, the other men following behind him. This time they left the door cracked open, allowing the light to bleed into the room. It wasn't much, but everything was better than it was before.

I finally had a chance to look around the room and see where exactly I was. I was laying on the cold concrete ground, that much I could understand. From what I could see, the room was empty aside from me, the chair, and the bottle of water.

The floors were dirty, unknown substances that I didn't want to even begin to think of dried into it. I could assume it was blood, which would probably be half the truth. There's genuinely no telling what else it could be.

I have to get out of here. I don't even know where here is! It's like everytime I get close to being happy something bad happens! How is it possible that I've been kidnapped twice?! There has to be some kind of curse on me or something.

All I know is that I won't let this time be the time that kills me. I have too fucking much to live for to let this be the last of me. I literally just planned out my damn future! I'm supposed to be thinking of baby names for my future kids and thinking about my dream home!

This shit is ridiculous! That freak isn't going to break me, no by a long shot. I didn't survive one hell just to succumb to another. It's gonna take more than this to kill me. Come hell or high water, I'm going to get the fuck out of her and get back to my men.

Nothing is going to stop me from doing so. Especially not some creep with a pitchy voice. I'll kill him and anyone else that tried to keep me from my happy ending. I'm gonna get what I'm owed and what I was promised.

By any means necessary.

Quick Chapter! The end of Blurred Lines is near!

Love you babes! ~ Ava Wilson 😙💋