Plenty More Fish in The Sea

Chapter 12

Zainab's POV

One second he's here. The next, he's... gone. I touch my lips where his were only moments ago. I start to run towards him, until I feel a strong hand grasping my arm.

'What the fu-' I turn my head to see a large, muscular man. 'Get off me!' I try and free my arm from his hold, but he's clearly been to the gym more than me. He grabs my body and leans into my ear. 'You were great on that pole.' He sneers and I can smell alcohol on his breath. I try to move away from him again, but he holds me tighter.

'Someone get this freak off of me!' I yell, but as I look around I see the club is deserted and it's just me. And him.

'Don't move, and you won't get hurt princess,' He swiftly turns me around and ties my hands together. I put my middle finger up at him from behind me. He ignores me, not saying a word and ties a blindfold on me. I scream, struggling against his strong grip. I feel him drag me down the same, fucking corridor, the cold pavement hard on my body.

'Stop fucking screaming you pig!' He tightens his grip. I kick at him, but he doesn't flinch. I yell at the top of my lungs, trying to piss him of, but he gags me telling me if I don't shut up, he'll kill me. If only I'd saved my 11:11 wish for this. My wrists ache from the rope and I can feel my skin peeling off, blood dripping down my arms.

He throws me on the bed that I know is in the corner of the room. Adrian took me here. I snap back to reality as I hear a packet being ripped open. He rips the gag out of my mouth.

'Open wide, princess,' He grabs my mouth open and shoves a disgusting powder in my mouth. I choke on it, but he holds my mouth closed, forcing me to swallow. I feel the effects immediately. My body feels numb, my head dizzy. My breathing slows down. I hear his laugh, then his belt as it falls to the floor and his zipper being undone.

I try to stay awake, but I feel like my body is drowning.

I let it.

Adrian's POV

I jog up the stairs and out of the club. I hear an echo of a scream, I stop walking. Then another one. Curious, I descend the steps and head back into the club. My footsteps are light on the hard floor. I turn my head, no one to be seen. Then I remember to check the corridor.

I make my way to the corridor, smiling as I remember Zainab. Glancing left and right, all the doors are shut. Good.

No... Somethings not right. Suddenly I remember- I left my room door open. I walk towards it, sealed shut. I turn the door knob. Locked. I hear a man grunting inside. What the fuck? This is my room. I bang my hands against the door. 'Open the door!' I yell. Then the room goes quiet.

Shoving my body against the door, I try and break it down. I heave my body against it again, harder. The door falls down. Wow, I am pretty strong.

As I walk into the room, I notice the window is wide open. Whoever was in here must've jumped out. A girl is on the bed, blindfolded. Her dress is ripped from the bottom, revealing her body more than she needs. I walk towards her, grabbing a blanket and covering her body. As her face comes into view, I feel an ache of regret. Zainab.

'Zainab?' I whisper, trying to shake her into consciousness.

Clearly, she's been drugged, her arms fall limply at her sides. I cover my face with hands. This is all my bloody fault. I was the one that left her. I run towards the open window. I see a large man running down the alley. No point in chasing him now. I bend down, pulling a gun out from under the bed. Leaning out the window, I aim for his leg, then pull the trigger. He falls down immediately. No one's going to hear a gun shot at midnight anyway.

I jump out the window, running towards his fallen body. When I get my hands on him, he's going to wish he was dead. In the dim streetlight, I see his leg is bleeding a red waterfall, spilling out across the pavement. He can deal with it himself.

'Don't hurt me!' He whimpers, covering his face.

'Shut the fuck up.' I spit on him. I want to say so much more, but it can wait.

I grab him by the collar, and pull him back to the basement of the club. I shove him in and lock the door. I'll be dealing with him later. No one gets away with fucking with my girl. Even though she's not mine yet, she will be. I can get any girl I want.

Heading back towards my room, I see her lifeless figure still resting on the bed. I slowly hold her and lift her towards my car. I place her on the back seats and cover her with a blanket.

'You're safe now,' I whisper. I kiss her forehead. On the radio, 'Story of My Life' starts playing. It's easy to relate to at this moment.

'I drive all night to keep her warm, and time is frozen'.

A/N I know, One Direction, how disgusting, but I couldn't think of another song at the top of my head, so unless you have any better ideas, back off!