babydolls (h.s)

three

MACI

My head is pounding.

I try to pry open my eyes, but to no avail they do not open.

I feel a sharp pain in my hands. I try to move them, but they seem to be stuck together. I pull and tug on them, realizing they were behind my back.

I'm on a floor. It's cold. My eyes still won't open. They feel heavy.

Was I drugged?

I hear a door. It's loud. I try to move, but only feel the tug of whatever is keeping me down. It almost feels like a chain.

"Awake?"

I furrow my eyebrows and try to recognize the deep voice in the room. At this point I can't tell if the room is solid black or if I am blind.

I open my mouth the speak, but nothing comes out. My throat is dry. My lips feel like sandpaper. My head is throbbing.

"I guess you are."

I hear footsteps coming towards me. I start to really come to when I smell the faint smell of cologne.

I suddenly am met with a bright light. White. I squeeze my eyes shut and look down. I reopen them to see a familiar face kneeling in front of me, holding what was wrapped around my head and covering my eyes.

"There you are, pretty girl."

"Who-" I try to speak, "-who are you?"

"I guess I never formally introduced myself last night, did I? Zayn. Zayn Malik."

He smiles and stands up, throwing the blindfold to the side.

"You know, you never told me your name either."

I take a good look at him. It all floods back. The bar, the drinking, the man. This man.

"Where am I?"

I tug at my hands. I now realize they are attached together by some type of metal. Handcuffs maybe?

Adrenaline starts to rush through my veins. I start looking around at my surroundings. I was in a empty room, the walls painted a dirty gray. Paint chipped off the walls, stains on the ceiling. It was dark other than the light peering through the open door.

"Don't worry about it, love." Zayn walks over to me. I feel him messing with my hands.

"Where are we!" I start to panic.

I start moving, refusing to let him touch me. I feel hot tears start to run down my face. My breath hitches and I feel like throwing up.

"Chill out. I'll explain in a minute."

"No! Let me go! What did you do to me?" I scream at him.

I feel my hands being let loose. I immediately try to get up, but feel myself get pushed right back down on the ground.

"Hey, I said chill the fuck out. Just because I uncuff you doesn't mean you can just do whatever the hell you want." His tone turns aggressive.

I watch as he unties my feet, something I never realized was tied in the first place. As soon as he gets done, I kick him in the face. I hurriedly scuffle up and head towards the open door. I am almost there when I hear a click.

I immediately stop in my tracks, realizing the click was the sound of a gun.

"Did you literally not just hear me say to stay put? Damn. Don't make me shoot you already."

I turn around and face him. He stands with one hand on his bloodied nose (where I kicked him) and one hand holding the gun.

He walks towards me and I remain frozen. He motions towards the door. "Walk."