Intoxicated

Two

Cold. I was extremely cold.

For a second, while my eyes adjusted to the change in light, I wondered if I just imagined everything. Maybe I made my way home and crashed before realizing so. Maybe I'd just blacked out from exhaustion.

But then the area around me became more clear and I saw dark, brick walls instead of the white ones in the dorms and I realized that I was laying on concrete floor not the dorm bed.

And then I remembered what had happened. Two voices. Fighting about something - a game. And then I'd run and someone had caught me before I could make it back to the party in time.

"Is she awake, yet? I hate feeling like we're just fuckin' babysitting."

It was a voice different than the other two. Rougher and deeper.

"Will you quit complaining? Dave's going to be here soon and then he'll take her."

It then occurred to me that the "her" that they were speaking about was me. And that Dave - one of the two voices that I'd heard - was about to take me somewhere.

I looked around.

A red, brick room with no other ways of escape other than the main door that the two men that were currently discussing my state of conscience behind. I don't know why I bothered to look for an escape route. There was no chance I had the skills or the agility to climb out of a window or the strength to break down a second door.

There were footsteps followed by shuffling and I pushed myself up so that I was sitting with my back against the brick wall. My head throbbed.

The door of the room opened, jolting me further upright.

My attacker wore a smug smile and his strides were bold with the type of arrogance only men who were told that they were great when they really weren't, had.

But perhaps, he was great. Under any other circumstances I would probably have squeezed Bri's hand and gushed about how attractive he was but I'd been kidnapped and held hostage so my hormones were definitely being cast aside.

"Good, you're awake."

I had been right.  Dave definitely was the first voice; the one that had spoken about the game and not being able to escape it.

He crouched beside me and I instinctively backed up. Somewhere, deep down in a part of my mind, the thought that had occurred to me before completely losing consciousness, occurred once more. Only this time, in the dim yet strong enough light in the room, I was able to actually see all.

Strong brows. A milky brown head of hair, slightly lighter at the tips. Defined jaws and a crooked smirk that kind of reminded me of the ones you always read about in love novels. The one where it kind of antagonizes you but at the same time, makes you weak in the knees.

When that smirk grew, I realized that I'd been staring.

"What do you want with me?"

Oh god. Was I really resorting to horror movie cliched dialogue?

"Just to know what you heard back there."

I'd actually heard enough to make me want to know more but if it was anything that those horror flicks taught me it was that they always killed off the ones that knew too much.

"Nothing."

"Did you have to knock me out?" I added.