Enemy Basis | COMPLETE

35| blood is thicker than water

This was the second time in such a short period that I had been drugged and knocked unconscious.

Unlike the first time, it was much harder to wake up from this one. Everything inside of me felt bone-tired as the effects of the drugs still wreaked havoc in my system. It was like there was a filter blocking all my senses, leaving me utterly confused and dazed. What had they given me? Who had given it to me?

Questions I needed answered played in my mind but I could not answer them. My main focus was on trying to relieve the ache in my head and the fatigue of my bones as I attempted to become ready for whatever was going to happen.

Wherever I ended up, it too wasn't like the first time. Here, there was nothing but darkness as if they had shoved me into the deepest, darkest room they could find so I could rot with only the fear, the paranoia that circled in my mind. What a stark difference to the light atmosphere of the party which was not so long ago and the kiss which had evoked emotions that felt as light as the rain and as scorching as the sun.

I clutched my legs even though I could barely even feel any of my limbs, trying to bring them closer, in an attempt to feel safer, feel more protected as I got into a foetal position on the cold floor.

Even as time wore on, my mind and body felt disordered, felt slow and I knew unlike the last kidnapping, this one wouldn't be so positive. Whatever that had given me, it was made so I could be weak and vulnerable and remain that way.

I couldn't help the fear that settled inside of me. This time was different; this time I really was in danger and I'd be left at their mercy. And all I could do at the moment was wait.

By the time someone had come, my body had gotten slightly stronger but there was still no way, I'd be able to remotely fight off anyone.

The man who came into the room confirmed my suspicions. He was short but beefy and a scar covered his face entirely, menace bleeding out of him like the blood on his scar once did.

Without any tenderness, he picked me up off the floor, my limbs protesting against how tight he was holding me but what could I say? Stop? From any inclination on his hard exterior, I severely doubted that he would listen and I didn't think I could find the strength to anyway, my throat too achingly dry.

After walking a bit, we ended up in a grand room, poorly lit but maybe that was to add and define to the horror of this place, the evilness that lurked in the shadows.

He roughly chucked me to the floor and because of my still functionless limbs, I could not brace for the fall, leaving me even more broken than I was before as pain slashed through the knee I had landed on.

I lay on the floor in the centre of the room with no one else here as I pleaded with my body to start working. I didn't know what was going to happen if it didn't.

With extreme effort, the most I could do was slide my legs towards me as sweat trickled down my temples and I knew that it wouldn't be enough. That still didn't mean that it was over though.

I looked over the room, trying to get a glimpse of anything I could use but there was nothing. The room was painfully and miserably empty with only the big arched windows that decorated one hall side, leaving the hostile black sky visible to me as I continued to lie and worry.

I prayed that whatever shit I had ended up in would all be fine in the end even though I severely doubted it.

It was a tense few minutes where all I could do was wait on the floor, broken and motionless without any means of defence. I focused on making my heart slow down even though I was in such a perilous predicament but I realised fear and anxiety wouldn't help me. It wouldn't at all.