Lost In You

Untitled Part 26

Gabby's POV: Chapter 26

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pain cursing through my veins. Everything hurt and I couldn't move my muscles. I opened my eyes and couldn't see anything, but I felt the fabric over my face. I painfully sat my body up and tried to focus. The last thing I remembered was Stephanie falling and two people grabbing me from behind, pacing a rag over my head. I felt someone walk to me and I stopped moving as they removed the rag. I struggle to focus in the light and when I did I noticed it was the same asshole that hit me a few weeks ago. I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "What do you want? I don't work for Kevin anymore so whatever it is, I don't know anything about it." I explained before I felt him slap me hard. I fought the tears back as he pulled up a chair and sat in front of me.

"Such a pretty girl." he whispered, touching my face and I tried to push his arms away when I noticed both my arms were handcuffed and so were my ankles. I was so busy thinking of how to escape that I didn't notice the IV in my arms until a minutes later. I looked at him. "What is this?" I asked looking at my arms.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." he said studying my face.

"What do you have, that I don't have?" he questioned to himself looking me over.

"People will start looking for me. You have to let me go." I said to him taking in my surroundings. It looked like we were in a basement. There were two little puppies in the corner sleeping and to my right was another girl in a big dog cage and I couldn't tell if she was sleeping or dead.

"Trust me, no one is looking for you. I tried to be nice to you remember? He asked. "But you fought me and left. And here I thought we could've been friends." he said standing up.

"I have school. People will start to notice my absence and they will call my parents." I said.

"Really? Cause it's been a week and I haven't seen any missing posters." he fired back before sitting back in front of me with a needle. I watched as he inserted it into my IV and before I could respond back, the pain left my body and I felt relaxed as my eyes closed.

I woke up a few hours later and he was still sitting here just watching me.

"Can we play a game?" I asked noticing how dry my mouth was.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" he asked.

"You tell me why I'm here, and I'll help you with whatever you want. What did I do?" I asked quietly, crying.

"Oh honey don't cry. You didn't do anything. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." he said soothingly.

"Isn't it the other way around? I was at school when you took me." I said to him.

"This is nothing but you paying for someone else's crimes." he said, giving me some water. As soon as it hit the back of my throat I realized it was tequila. I spit it out and gagged. "Come on don't be so difficult." he said putting the straw back in my mouth and when I refused to drink it, he held my face aggressively and held my head back as he poured the rest down my throat forcing me to swallow it. I sat there coughing and trying to throw up.

"If you worked with me none of this would be happening." he said walking to a suitcase and pulling out more syringes.

"You're mad that I didn't want to sell for you?"

"No Bitch. I'm mad because for some reason you and every other woman on the planet refuse to listen to me and do as I say." he said angrily.

"Okay so I'm here because you're having women trouble?" I laughed and he looked at me. The look on his face was so amusing that I kept laughing and when I stopped he was just watching me.

"You're here because you're a worthless piece of shit who deserves to die. You deserve every terrible thing that I plan on doing to you. You're here because I want to be the last face you see before you die with my dick inside of you. Any other questions?"

I was so terrified that I couldn't speak. I felt my face get wet with more tears as I watched him pump more liquid into my IV and as much as I wanted to stay awake and find my way out, I couldn't help the way my body was responding to whatever he was giving me. As soon as I felt it I was in my happy place.