—-sorry it’s so boring and short, really busy, will finish the rest of it later!——
Your body was numb, your mind swam in the blankness the drug had induced. You literally felt dead. The only thing you could feel was the hard grip of the large hand on your thigh, the owner cursing erratically in a low rumble of a voice whilst driving with one hand, his other never leaving your thigh. The car pulled to what you thought was a slow stop only to be hoisted up seconds later and carried through a front door.
That was when you blacked out completely.
You came round to darkness except from the small sliver of light under the closed door, your head was clear but your throat was rough and you felt like you had been run over a few times by a truck. Sitting upright you felt along the bed, feeling nothing you quickly slid out and peeked through the crack in the door. The tv was on, blaring some unrecognizable theme tune and a blanket lay haphazardly across the small couch, it looked recently used. The whole place seemed familiar to you as you walk out into the lounge and look around, picking at the blanket and eventually, turning off the tv.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that’s rude?” came the low growling voice.
You just wanted to get away, away from the constant harassment of your boss and the pressure of having to keep on top of work all the time, away from the cluttered, small space that confined you for five days a week from early morning to late at night. Finally, you were able to escape from the hell hole that was the office.
Tonight you were going to paint the town red, let your hair down and throw away anything that worried you, including him. Taking a quick shower and letting your hair fall messily, you perfected your eyeliner before grabbing your heels and heading out into the night, diving straight into the nearest bar you could find which was also a bit of a dive. Luckily, it was packed tonight so no-one would notice you drinking alone and try their luck.
Your life had never been this messed up, the binge drinking and long cycle of boring jobs started after he left, just upped and left like your feelings didn’t even count. You slammed the shot glass down angrily and looked around, seeing everything tilt slightly you smiled.
“You drinking alone?” a man to your right said, tipping his beer towards you and allowing his eyes to travel the length of your body, you flashed a smile and leaned across the bar, grabbing another drink that the bartender had slid your way. “Mighty pretty girl to be drinking alone” he nodded, eyes staring at your chest now. you shuddered and walked off, the drink not allowing you to walk straight so you grab the bar to pull you forward. a hand on your waist told you that this guy had come back and you turn to see him leering in your face, the stale smell of whiskey on his breath as his hands closed on your ass.
“Pretty girls like you shouldn’t drink so much at a bar like this” he winked, wrapping a hand around your arm and yanking you to a corner of the club. you resisted and tried to pull yourself away, only injuring your wrist and ankle in the process, your thinking was slow, like you were moving through fog and you had only just realized you had been drugged when he shoved you against the wall and leaned into you, sniffing your hair.
“w-what the f-fuck” you stammered, trying to slap this guy away as he pulled your hair back, exposing your neck before licking it.
“i wouldn’t try it” he snarled in your ear as you tried to punch him in the head, missing due to blurry vision. His hot breath hitting your neck made you squirm which made him even more pleased as he grabbed your hips and started to thrust against you. The pain radiating from your hair only served to disorientate you even more as you felt the guys hand slip down your pants. you whimpered feebly as you tried to fight him off, your hands falling limply as black dots danced across your vision until suddenly, there was no hot breath on your neck and no hand pulling your hair. You blinked lazily to see the guy being pinned against the wall next to you, a huge muscular arm holding him there by his throat. you slid down the wall, vaguely recognizing the muscular guy by his tattoo’s before you were slung over a muscled shoulder and carried out…