Plan B [UNDER EDITING]

2 - doll

I woke up on my bed, felling sick and smelling only alcohol. I tried to sit up, only for my hands to be held back. I peeled my eyes open, looking around the foreign room. This wasn't my bed! Heck, this wasn't even my room. So where the hell am i?

Calm down, Ashley. Okay think back to last night. What was the last thing you remember

Okay, a dickhead spilt his drink on my dress, I went to wash it off, the douche outside was there, plan B...

Plan B!

So Where the fuck am I????

Look at your surroundings Ash. Common sense, seriously.

There was the small bed I was lying on, a small dresser in the corner and a tiny window. That's about it.

Well-

The door creaked open. I slammed my eyes shut, attempting to look like I was asleep.

"I know your awake doll" he whispered. Well that didn't go to plan. And Why the fuck was he whispering?! I opened my eyes to look at him. He looked as angelic as he did last night, and I hated that. Wait, was it last night? How long have I been asleep. It could of been a week ago for all I know!

I started to pull against the restraints, causing him to sigh and pull at the ropes attached to the bed frame. It pulled my arm even tighter, making me scream out in pain.

"Don't try to fight it doll. It's not going to work" he said, his voice slightly louder now.

"Who are you and how that hell do you know me!" I screamed. He narrowed his eyes before reaching for his back pocket. What was he getting? Fucking hell what if he had a knife, or.. or a gun!

As his hand emerged I saw him holding a roll of duct tape. I relaxed a little but not much, still trying to get out of the restraints. He ripped off a piece of the duct tape and placed it over my mouth.

"Finally some quiet" he said, while rolling his eyes.

I glared at him, before slamming my knee up. He groaned, gripping the nightstand in pain. It was a moment of satisfaction for me, knowing I managed to hurt him, but it didn't last long. He glared at me, getting on top of me and pushing each of his legs over mine. I thrusted my hips up sideways to try and get him to fall off, but he pushed my stomach down easily with one hand. He laughed to himself at my sad attempts of getting away from him.

"Well for starters, I'm surprised you don't know who I am. I practically run this country. I could kill the president with one button if I wanted to" he snickered, raising his eyebrows as if I should now magically know who he was. My mind was still blank.

"Still nothing? Well then, let me introduce myself. I'm Calum Hood"

Shit