Chanel •Billie Eilish• (rewritten)

34- BEST-WORST BIRTHDAY

Bil's pov:

I just realized that the huge ass male is following me.

I pulled my phone out and called Chen, but her phone wasn't even ringing.

"Fuck." I whispered as my breath was starting to fasten and get uneven.

I called Max and Steph...

But no one is picking up.

"Hey!" He shouts and I walk faster.

I glanced behind me and saw him...

Launching at me.

My. Heart. Stopped.

I began to sprint as fast as my legs could carry.

I started having a panic attack which made it complicated for me to run.

He eventually caught up with me and held me in his arms.

I screamed and tried to fight back, but nothing worked. He was too strong.

He placed a black mask on my face and it had a weird ass smell in it.

I think I'm getting drugged.

And that's the last thing I remember before blacking out.

I woke up in the back of a van with 3 other huge males. Two next to me, keeping me in the middle, and one in front of us.

"Wakey wakey." The guy in front of me said ever so sweetly with the deepest voice I've ever heard.

It's one of these moments where they say something terrifying in a sweet and calm tone.

I looked at him with fear in my eyes.

"Calm down, Eilish." He laughed.

"How do y-you know me?!" My voice cracked.

"That is none of your business. You're the object we're selling and that's all the information you need to know." He said as the van came to a stop.

"How long have I been out?" I asked.

"An hour maybe." He shrugged, slouching down in his chair.

"Why me?" I asked, tearing up.

"I don't know."

"How do you not-"

The van door opened and my head shot its side.

A woman came in wearing a cat BDSM costume.

"Leave." She demanded the men. They all obliged and left right away, leaving the door open behind them.

"Hello." She said sweetly, getting inside the van.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm your... What's the word, hmm... Owner?"

"Fuck no. And girl, what are you wearing?" I laughed at her.

I'm going to die, that was so dumb.

"You know that I can kill you, right?" She asked, pulling out a Dan Wesson 715 ASG and licking it.

"Would you though?" I asked, trying my best not to show how scared I am from the fucking gun she's holding.

"No. Because I, my dear, have some plans for you." She said, putting it in her back pocket.

I let out a sigh of relief and she giggled.

"You're so cute." She bit her lip, smiling. "I have a girlfriend..." I said, looking away.