House Of Whores

chapter 2: Abducted

Draco awoke to the sunlight creeping in through his blinds, and rolled over. He stared blankly at his alarm, his mind still foggy. 7 am. As soon as the time processed, he scrambled out of bed, and raced to his closet, rampaging through his clothes, "Why do I have nothing to wear?!"

Eventually, he decided on a pair of whitewashed ripped jeans, and a nice Hollister shirt, his favorite black hoodie, and some black converse.

He ran a brush through his hair, and splashed his face with cold water. The frigid liquid jolted his body out of the haziness he was still in, and stared at himself in the mirror, "Keep it together. You got this."

His light blue eyes flashed at himself as if telling him, 'You really don't got this."

He sighed and decided he should have some breakfast. He did promise Becca he'd eat something, but he also didn't want it to come back up, onstage.

'I'll just eat afterwards.'

He hadn't eaten in a day, but he didn't feel it. He felt his nervousness creep in. Draco kept checking his appearance. This audition wasn't a Beauty Pageant, but the most attractive contestants tended to get in the program. Before he knew it, it was already 9:49 am.
He put his phone in his back pocket, and headed outside. At about 10:00, a black limousine pulled up, decked with tinting windows.

"No freaking way." Draco whispered to himself.

A man exited the driver side and he looked familiar, "You, Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Alright, I'll be your driver to the studio."

"Thank you!" He noticed something. The driver looked kind of familiar. He hopped in the back, and began shaking, with excitement.

"So, er, what song did you pick?" The Italian man asked.

"I chose "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift."

"Are you any good?"

"I mean, I got this audition, so I hope so!" Draco smiled sheepishly.

He tried to look out the window, but couldn't really see anything. After about 25 minutes, they pulled to a stop.

"Are we here?" Draco asked, feeling the butterflies in his stomach begin to flutter to life.

"Yeah, go on, hop out."

The blonde did as he was told, and took a breath, as he exited the car. He frowned, and looked around him. He was facing a dead end. Several yards away from him was a dead end. They were parked alongside the ally, with Draco being trapped in, due to the proximity of the opening to where the car was parked.

"Where are we?" He felt it. Something was wrong. He thought he should run, but perhaps it was just a joke that the producers had set up...but  he knew better than that. He turned around, "Where are-"

Before he knew it he was knocked out by something hard, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

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'Owe. My head hurts.' Draco opened his eyes, his vision, blurred.

The only thing he could tell was that, he felt like he was spinning, as if the ground was moving underneath him.

Draco blinked, before sitting up, putting a hand to his head, and wincing. He was in the limousine.

"Hello?" Draco asked, tentatively, looking around. He felt a shiver run through him. He was slowly realizing that absolutely none of this was normal. Something was very wrong. He was in danger.