Toxic Cure

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I woke to a disgusting taste in my mouth. Memories of what happened came back, and I frowned in distaste.

I was feeling much better, and I had noticed that I was on the bed in the dark room. I sat up and walked to the door.

I wanted to head to the kitchen for water, but the door wouldn't budge, despite the fact that I was trying so hard to open it. It became apparent to me that I was locked in the room.

I took a seat on the floor, my back pressed against the wall, and began contemplating my escape.

I did want to be trapped in here forever. I didn't want to be stolen from the world, like Kendall, and frightened by a fiend hinged to the desire for constructing evil.

As I sat there, delving into deep thoughts, I heard the sound of high pitch laughter. To hear such joy was queer in a house like this.

"I would love to," a woman's voice said.

Then, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and continued pass the room I was in. The footsteps stopped at what might've been Nick's room. I tried opening the door once more but failed miserably.

I stood up and made my way to the window. As I was about to lift the windowsill, I noticed the nails hammered into it and a garden full of thorns on the ground below. If I was to break the window and jump, I'd be severely hurt. I needed the safest escape route. There had to be one, I just needed to think harder.

Unfortunately,  thinking wasn't something I got to do in peace, as it was interrupted by loud feminine moans.

I groaned and stomped to the wall before banging on it.

"Are you kidding me?" I yelled while banging on the wall harder than I did at first.

The moaning stopped and was replaced by muffled sounds that sounded like an argument. Footsteps passed the room I was in, and I heard a door slam open before heavy footsteps sounded and stopped at the door to the room I was in. The door unlocked, and Nick stared at me with an upset face.

"Would you like to take her place?" Nick growled.

I stared at him, baffled as to why he would even think that I'd want to be in a bed with him.

I shook my head and he growled, "So don't ever interrupt me again!"

"Calm down. It was just sex," I argued.

Men like him only had sex because they were horny, never for pleasure. At least, that's how I assumed he was.

"And who are you to claim that?" Nick questioned.

I shrugged in response. He walked over to me angrily, and with each step he took, I stepped backwards.

"You will pay for what you did," he announced, causing me to gulp.

"I'm not having sex with you," I argued.

"I don't want to have sex with you," he frowned. "But you are gonna pay for what you did."

"Why are you so upset?" I asked.

"I just lost one of the best sex buddies in town," he answered.

"Well, find another one," I shrugged.

He growled and lifted his hands to strangle me. I stepped backwards in fear. My back came into contact with the wall, and I gulped as he trapped me into a small space.

Noticing the fear that was, most likely, evident of my face, he let out a deep breath and said, "Come."

I didn't even have a chance to comply or disobey because he grabbed my arm and pulled me to wherever it was that he decided to bring me.