HIM And I

Kidnapped ( 38 )

Hey guys, a small but very important notice, till now all the chapters are in past tense. Soon from the next chater or so, they will change to present tense, indicating that the story was narrated till then and from it, it will take place.

Hope you don't get confused.

ALEXANDRIA'S POV :

It's been a few days since me and Blake made love. He was always normal around me but I wasn't. The weight of his words had made everything uncomfortable for me. Every time I would over analyse stuff and end with one last question.

Did he mean what he said? Or was it just a spur of the moment thing?

I was simply troubling myself as well as him. Soon he too understood that there was something wrong with me. He asked me many times if I regretted what we shared. But of course not

I was simply not ready to address the elephant in the room. Call me a coward or whatever, but I just couldn't. Today is Thursday, the day of my match.

I was supposed to be nervous, wasn't I? But instead I was thinking about Blake and his stupid words. I felt like there was an acid inside my head, corroding all my thoughts except for ones related to Blake.

I shook my head for the zillionth time to clear my thoughts. This was the day I give my best. Coaches from various institutions were going to watch us play and select some for their coaching. I had to give my best.

We all were ready to head to the field, but finally nervousness caught up with me. I just had to pee. And the closest rest room was across the swimming pool.

While rushing to the rest room after quietly excusing myself, I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket. Before even checking, I knew it would me Blake wishing me luck or asking me where I was.

'Hey babe, where are you?? Waiting on the bleachers... 💜'

There... Told ya... I decided to text him back right after doing my business and entered the rest room.

The insides of it were totally unclean... Like where the hell are we? A forest?

As soon as I came out, I was grabbed by someone behind me. Just before I could use my voice to my advantage and scream, a manly hand stopped it, resulting in a muffled scream.

I panicked.

This wasn't a first attack on me, and similar to the previous one, there was nobody around. Before I could elbow the person behind me, the hand on my mouth was replaced by a handkerchief.

Just as I realised, the chloroform on it began doing it's work and in a heart beat, my vision turned blur. And soon everything blacked out.

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My muscles were aching. I could literally not feel my legs. I slowly opened my eyes and let my eyes adjust to the surroundings for the next ten minutes.

It was dark. I couldn't see any escape from here except for the single rusted-looking door, but the room was huge. There was a window to the left of the door, where I could see some trees and many bushes.

We were in a forest.

I was in something like a warehouse.

I tried to get up, but no luck. I was tied to this chair by some stupid ropes. "Hello!" I murmured, but since the room was almost empty, except for a couch in the other end with some food on it, my voice echoed.

The food reminded me of how hungry I was. Just on cue, my stomach grumbled.

Oh shit! My match. What would have been happening? Would it really matter that I wasn't playing? Coach would be shit pissed. Oh no...

Somebody opened the door and the door creaked loudly. I inwardly cringed. Keeping my eyes as wide and open as possible, I racked my brain to recognise the man who had entered in, but to my sheer disappointment, I couldn't.

He smirked and that's when it clicked. Robesphirre's men were supposed to be Ruthless. Atleast according to Blake. I didn't know what was going to happen,  and I definitely didn't know if I could escape this, but I knew that I had to be strong. That I was going to tell Blake how much I loved him. I was in love with him. How much I saw us together in the future.

The man stepped closer after shutting the door. I was tied so even if I wanted to run away or fight him, I wasn't able to. I started panicking inwardly but tried my best to show the opposite. That he didn't affect me and simply reminded me of a frog.

That's right, he looked like a frog with a huge nose and hair actually coming out of his ear. Gross.

He soon was standing in front of me. He was tall, around 6 feet 1 and stood straight, almost as if he wanted to show that he was superior. But all he did was to slowly piss me off. But the fear growing inside me quickly submerged that little bit of anger and left me feeling like a deer. Ready to run.

"Jack, she's finally awake"  the man shouted out. I admit it had scared me. His voice was to rough and heavy. Soon another couple of men entered the room.

"Good morning sleeping beauty, or should I say sleeping ugly?" one of the men asked. Hm... I was surely ready to piss in my pants now. Three fucking huge men were standing in front of me and I was tied to a chair.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" i asked a little more confidently than what felt.

The man who had first come in - Froggy - and the man who yet had to open his mouth started laughing. Yes, outright laugh, while the other - who looked like a fat blonde and I was going to call him blondie - simply smirked like he knew what I mess I was feeling like.

"Well well, nothing much, just -" he didn't complete what he wanted to say and in a straight move ripped my t-shirt from the front. Though it didn't fall in pieces, it tore down enough to show my upper stomach and everything above.

I felt disgusted. I was not going to let him touch me. Never.

But I couldn't really protect myself much since I was tied up. I pulled my strains but the men had a pretty good idea of what they were doing. They had tied the rope extremely tight.

I screemed loudly when Froggy tried to grope me. They all simply chuckled at my distress and continued on. The third guy even had the guts to try to kiss me. I bit his lip hard enough to taste the blood myself and felt satisfied when he pulled back in winced. Ha!

"You bitch!" he shouted and pulled at my hair. Okay, now I accept what I had done was a bad move on my part but the way he mercilessly pulled my hair was unfair. It hurt like a bitch and I was so sure my hair were pulled from the scalp and few were in his hands. Motherf*cking hell!

Then the next one hour passed in blur and all I knew was that I was raped by there bastards and beated enough with belts to be bruised up. When they left, they didn't tie me back to the chair but left me where I layed.

I felt blackness blur my vision in the corner and soon I felt like I was floating.

A/N: I know I haven't updated and all I have to say is that I'm sorry. Keep reading and don't forget to vote. Your votes encourage me to write.

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