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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ (assault)
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(Y/n) POV
I walk into the recording studio and see Jim waiting for me. "Good you're finally here." He says, getting out of his chair. "Let's get to it so I can get back to Robbie." Jim rolls his eyes and scoffs. "You're seriously still with that idiot?" He asks.

"Excuse me?" I know he's never been a big fan of Robbie but to just completely bad mouth him right to my face? "You heard me." He says back. What a douche. "Yes I'm still with him. Every time you ask me that, the answer is always the same." I say, throwing my hands in the air. "Woah woah woah!" Jim says.

"What?" He points at my left hand. Oh man, he sees the ring. "You're marrying that loser? Oh come on you can do so much better than that." Jim says walking towards me. "Jim I love him and you know that. He proposed to me last night and I should be with him right now so can we please hurry up and record this song?" I'm getting frustrated and uncomfortable because Jim is getting unnecessarily close to me.

"You shouldn't be with him. You should be with me." I look at Jim like he's out of his mind. "Are you kidding me? How many times do I have to tell you? That's never gonna happen. Can we just record the song so I can leave?" I turn to walk to the recording room but Jim grabs my wrist and yanks me towards him. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers to me. "You're not here to record a song." He forcefully brought my mouth to his and I fought and fought but he was too strong. "You're mine now."

Robbie's POV
I'm on the bed watching tv when I glance over at the clock. 2:00? (Y/n) said she'd be back by 1:15. I grab my phone thinking she needed a little more time and she probably texted me saying she'll be late. But she didn't. No calls. No texts. Nothing. That's concerning. I decide to call her. No answer. Well maybe she can't answer cause she's just still recording. I hope that's what it is.

(Y/n) POV
I wake up in a dark room. Ugh I feel so nauseous. Was I drugged? I think I was. I try to sit up but I'm dizzy. Where am I? The last thing I remember is Jim kissing me. Is he holding me hostage? No way. This can't be happening. I reach into my back pocket but my phone is gone. Ugh, obviously it is. What the hell am I supposed to do?

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