Brokenhearted

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Caitlyn's POV

          A surge of excruciating pain shot through my head as I tried lifting my heavy eyelids. Now, where is this place? It's just a plain, ordinary room with four walls, obviously.

          I scanned the room curiously. It was quite an old room with not much furniture. There was a bed at the corner of the room and a bedside table beside it. Clothes were strewn all over the place and WAIT... Did I see undies? EW, this place is gross.

          I remember having fun at the pub with the boys and their girlfriends, I remember chatting with the bartender, which was kinda random cause Nathan was pretty drunk and he was spouting nonsense with Max and Tom, whose faces were flushed red from the amount of alcohol they downed on.

          I tried standing up but I couldn't; my hands and feet were tied to the chair and I was helpless as I was gagged with this horrible smelling cloth.

          I tried screaming but only sounds of gurgling came out as I was feeling pretty weak. My head was really sore from last night and I had no idea why; I don't remember being tipsy.

          I tried recalling what exactly happened before I passed out. The last thing I did was chatting with the bartender. IT WAS THE DRINK!

           I remember feeling really dizzy and I was on the verge of fainting and when I looked at the bartender, his eyes shone an usual shade of orange and a small smirk formed on his lip. IT WAS HIM! He spiked my drink!

          I was getting really frustrated and I needed to get out of here at all costs! I tried kicking and squirming but to no avail. I was trying to make sounds even though my voice was really dry and parched. I was seriously dying of thirst.

          "Need some water, sweetie?" came a deep and husky voice. That familiar figure started walking towards me and revealed himself - the bartender! "Hi. My name's Alex Bradley" he winked at me. My conjecture was right! It was the bartender who spiked my drink!

          "I don't think I need to know your name, Mr Bradley" I said sarcastically. "Aw look at you! So cute when you're mad" he chuckled. "PISS OFF" I hissed at him.

          "Your boyfriend is one lucky guy" he stroked my cheek. "Don't. Touch. Me" I snarled. "Don't you ever talk to me like that or you'll regret it." he grabbed me under my chin and gave me a death glare.

          "S-s-sorry" I stammered, trying to back away even though I was tied to the chair, not knowing what he would do to me if I incur his wrath. "What are you so afraid of, my dear?" he crouched down and gazed at me which made me feel really uncomfortable.

           Even though I was fully clothed, I felt naked at the way he was scanning my body. He started trailing kisses down my jawline and rubbing my arms which made me shudder at his touch.

          "You have such soft skin" he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tingling on my skin. I didn't dare to flinch lest he kills me in a fit of anger.

          "I'll be careful, I promise" he said and started kissing my neck. "Please don't" I begged him breathlessly. I knew that he was going to rape me, but I felt so defenseless as I knew struggling is pointless; this guy was way stronger than me.

          "Thinking that your precious Nathan will save you? HAHAHA. You're wrong. Look at what he has done behind your back." He showed me a picture of Nathan kissing a girl on his phone.