EXPOSED ✧ ZAYN MALIK

0.5 | prologue

Club Gemini

Friday 12:00am

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Vodka sloshes in my stomach and I have to clutch on to the tall man --who is the reason why I'm in this condition-- next to me to prevent myself from falling over. My mind is all fuzzy and I can barely move without tripping over myself.

This never happens, I can usually hold my liquor. He must have put something in my drink. I have to get away from this man before anything fucked up happens.

In a attempt to remove myself from the intimidating male, I try to push words out of my mouth that go along the lines of 'leave me alone, I want to go back to my friends' but all that comes out is incoherent mumbling and stumbling over words of distress.

"Looks like someone had too much to drink, we better get you back home y'think," the tall man says while grabbing both sides of my face with one strong calloused hand forcing me to look up at him. I try to get a better look at his facial features but I fail miserably as he diverts my gaze elsewhere. With one sly smirk plastered on his face he glides up off the stool, almost losing me to the floor in the process, and pulls me up clutched to his broad shoulders.

As he weeds us through all the dancing  people I can help but feel helpless as we grow closer to the exit. Please I wish somebody would see how uncomfortable I am, how my body language speaks out for me as my words can not and ask if I'm okay or if whoever this sick son of a bitch is is someone I know.

When the green glow of the exit comes and goes right over me my vision get fuzzy, eyelids get heavier and suddenly I feel like I'm walking on a cloud of some sort.

The last thing I see is that sinister slick smile on the mysterious mans face and his firm callused hands intrudes my mid thigh as he pushes me in the back of a black Buick along with him as the driver reeves the vehicle to life and pulls out of the side street.

Letting my panicked yet stirred mind wander on to what horrible acts that will happen that I can't prevail over.

The mysterious man once again puts his hands up my dress pulling it all the way up to my brown stomach, exposing my dark red laced panties to him, and this time he doesn't pull away.

With a low throaty moan he pushes himself on top of my body. Trailing his hands on my neck, his face nears me as his lips instantly connects with mine in the most disgusting way possible.

Then everything goes completely dark.

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first story i have ever written so pls leave ya comments on what you think about it