Desperate Hearts. (A Steven Tyler fanfiction)

Chapter 16: Where am I?

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to regain my consciousness.
My blurry vision cleared a little, and I looked around.
I was in a bedroom with white, cracked wallpaper. There was only a chair in the corner of the room, and a medium sized TV on a stand.
I tried to move my arms, but they were restricted. I looked down and my heart pace quickened.
I was tied to a bed.
I started pulling on the ropes, trying to free myself, but the rope was industrial-thick.
I started breathing heavily, trying to recollect my thoughts, and think about how I could get out of here.
Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened.
That fucking ugly outfit and moustache. John.
I grew with rage.
"LET ME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" I screamed at him.
He smirked disgustingly.
"I don't think so, honey." He replied calmly.
I took a breath, trying to form the words.
"Why the fuck did you kidnap me?" I asked nervously.
"Well, my dear, there are a couple reasons why.." He met my eyes, winking.
I swallowed to keep down the bile that had risen in my throat.
"The first, you're fucking beautiful. I haven't had a lover in a while, so why not take one by their will? Shit, you'll be a fun one. You think Steven's got a big ten inch? You haven't seen one yet." He smiled.
I felt tears start to form in my eyes.
"But I'm Steven's girlfriend. They'll be looking for me; him and the band."
He walked over and sat down next to me on the bed. He leaned closer, and I could smell the beer and weed on him. I wanted to gag.
"They'll never find you. Never think that I was the one that took you. You're stuck here, darling."
He caressed my cheek gently. I turned my head away, trying to get his meaty hand off of me.
"You won't be doing that soon, honey.."
He grabbed my chin, made me look at him.
"The other reason, is, I want money. I'm broke babe. I'm only selling to fucking Aerosmith. That's not enough bread to support my lifestyle. So, there's a ransom to get you back, and trust me, they won't have that kind of money. You'll never get out of here."
He placed his lips against mine. The tears started to flow.
I tried to wiggle out of it, but his body was too heavy on top of me.
"Stay still, the pain won't be as bad.."
He started unbuttoning his pants, and pulled them down a minute later.
"No, stop..please.." I whimpered.
He smirked. "You'll enjoy it.."
I highly doubt it.
He lifted up my red dress, moving my underwear out of the way.
I didn't want to see it happening, so I closed my eyes tight. A minute later, I felt him inside of me. I screeched in pain. As the speed of him quickened, I started crying more. I felt hopeless already...
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STEVEN'S POV

Marley was fucking missing. I was freaking the fuck out. She told me she would be back in the dressing room, so I went straight there after the meeting, and she was gone. I tried calling her phone, it went to voicemail.
"FUCKING SHIT!" I yelled.
Something didn't seem right. Marley wouldn't just leave. I know her better than that.
I walked out of the room, and found everyone else.
"I have no clue where the fuck Marley is. I'm getting worried." I told Joe.
"Well, we can't file for a missing person for another 7 hours. Maybe she will be back by then." He shrugged.
I sighed heavily. I really hoped Marley was okay.
Joey patted me on the back. "Come on brother. Try to sleep."
I took another breath. "Okay."
I let the guys lead me to the car to go back to the hotel.
God, I hoped wherever she was, Marley was alright.
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