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Hayes Grier Imagine- The Kidnapping Part 2

*Your POV*

          Carter starts to unbuckle his belt, and you watch, fearfully. "No, please don't," you whimper. "Calm down, babe, it won't hurt. Much," he smirks, reaching out to stroke your face. You flinch away. He was going to rape you, you needed help and fast. You could feel your phone in your back pocket, and hid it out of view. You just needed Carter to leave the room.

          To your luck, he says, "I'll be back. I just need to grab a few things," and he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him. You fumble with your phone, trying to get it out of your pocket. Once you do, you quickly turn it on, and enter your passcode. You think for a minute. You can't call anyone, Carter would hear. You go to messages and click on Hayes's name.

          He texted you over 10 messages, all asking where you were and if you were ok. You quickly type, 'Help. I'm being held hostage in a warehouse in L.A. Hurry, come as soon as you can. Please, I need you.' You send the message and quickly put your phone away, just in time for Carter to walk back in. He has a bottle of lube in his hand.

          "Get away from me," you sneer. He caresses you roughly, and you scream loudly. He covers your mouth with his hand. "I knew you were going to do that," he grunts. Then, he starts unbuttoning your flannel shirt.

*Hayes's POV*

           Nash and I were driving down the highway. I tapped my fingers nervously and kept on checking my phone, expecting a message from y/n, telling me that she was safe. But what I got was the exact opposite. I read the text, my mind going blank for a minute. "Oh shit, she's being held hostage! She says she's in a warehouse in L.A," I exclaim. "Let's find that warehouse," Nash says.

          About 10 minutes later, we were in L.A. "Hayes, look up the closest warehouse," Nash orders. I look it up, and see that it's only 5 minutes away. I tell him the address, and we're on our way there.

*Your POV*

           Carter gets more and more eager. He removes your flannel and tank top, revealing your black lacy bra. "Don't. Please," you choke out. He just smirks, eyes dark, and continues removing your clothing. After he's done, you're both in your undergarments. By now, you're sobbing, scared out of your mind. Suddenly, the door bursts open.

Part 3 coming soon :D