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Freya's POV:

I moaned into the sloppy kiss that I was sharing with my boyfriend, our tongues invading each other's home while my core ignited with need. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I just let them trail southward and grabbed his bulge through the black trousers he had on.

The window creaked as air blew into the room, leaving goosebumps on my arms while my boyfriend now busied himself with dropping wet kisses on my cold body.

“Lukas,” I whimpered loudly when his tongue played with my neck in a lazy manner.

His hands found their way around my corset and started to loosen the lace although it seemed too complicated for him with the way he started to cuss.

Lukas started to dry hump me making my vertical lips quiver from how cold his zipper was. I arched my back and tried to close the space between us as my eyes closed with ecstasy.

The only thing I wanted was for him to play with my nipples like he usually did whenever he drags me into a storage room in school to have a quick makeout with me.

“Lukas, my…” I started but trailed off when I heard the door open.

My eyes darted towards the door, but there was no one in the room so I concluded that I was just being paranoid since I hadn't taken my medication before going to prom earlier.

I frowned when he knelt over me and started to unbuckle his belt instead of giving me the foreplay that I had imagined in my head.

“Let's play a bit,” I murmured and tried to bring his head down, but he resisted.

The bed creaked under our weight and I hoped it wasn't going to break because it would be so embarrassing and Lukas was definitely not going to let me hear the end of it.

“Play with sand instead,” he joked breathily, and I let out a chuckle while hoping he was actually going to listen to me.

The chances of that happening were 0.002 percent, but a girl could dream?… hope? I wasn't sure about the phrase.

It turned out that he wasn't playing when he came down once more and guided his dick into my hole.

This was our first time going this far and we had both planned to do it on prom day, which was today. I've been imagining how this day was going to unfold and I had imagined it being sweet, romantic and breathtaking…not rushed.

“Is it in yet?” I asked and he grunted then moved around a bit more.

I couldn't feel anything.

“Huh?” I said, a little bit out of breath and stared down.

Saying Lukas was far away from where it was meant to be would be an understatement. I laughed loudly but soon stopped when I saw the displeased look on his face.

I adjusted a bit, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation and started to wonder if I really wanted this with him.

“Let me help,” I said even though I wasn't wet enough and considering that this was my first time, it was going to hurt a lot.

I held his dick, which wasn't that impressive, and guided it towards my pussy. Since he didn't give me the foreplay that I wanted, I made sure to brush his dick around my clit for a while and didn't stop even when he started to complain that I was taking time.

I started to put him in little by little, but Lukas didn't have the level of patience that I did and started to push with a bit of force that had me wincing.

“Okay, that's enough play, kids,” a voice that I didn't recognise said from the corner, but I ignored and concluded that it was the voice in my head that was acting up once more.

“Who is that?” Lukas asked and I froze, my body suddenly going cold.

If he had heard that, then I was definitely not hallucinating. On cue, a silhouette detached itself from the dark corner of the room.

I felt my heart in my throat just before I let out an ear-piercing scream. The intruder raised a brow up in annoyance and apart from that expression, he looked completely unfazed.

Lukas hurriedly stood up and put some space between the intruder and then proceeded to squat like he wanted to fight off the stranger while I tried to press my blouse against my naked chest with my shaky hands.

“Who are you?” Lukas asked with obvious fear in his shaky voice.

The intruder, who looked way older than all of us, glanced down and stared at Lukas’ dick before giving me a judgmental look that screamed ‘Really?!’

“Keep that tiny weenie away please,” he said nonchalantly while pointing to Lukas’ dick that was swaying around.

I watched my boyfriend's cheek go red in embarrassment and I would have probably laughed because he was getting a taste of his own medicine but I wasn't in the best position to.

“You still haven't answered the question though,” I finally said when I found my voice, although it was a bit coarse.

I regretted opening my mouth since that brought his attention to me. He shrugged then stalked towards me while I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard in horror.

Everywhere suddenly seemed small as if my space was reducing and all I could do was stare at my boyfriend who was just standing there.

We finally made eye contact and I was sure that the look in my eyes was enough to tell him what I wanted. He knew that I needed his help at the same time, I felt like I was hopeless even though he was still here.

“Lukas,” I begged in a voice that was barely a whisper as my body started to feel foreign to me the same way it always did whenever I felt stranded or stuck.

Lukas hesitated for a bit, what seemed like guilt flashing before his eyes before he ran. He slammed the door behind him and that was when I realised how much of a fool I've been.

My mind went blank as my brain started to feed me with signs that I had ignored just because I wanted to be with him.

Strong hands gripped my waist and lifted me off the bed but I didn't fight. I couldn't even if I wanted to because I was too stunned by the betrayal even though I saw signs.

My body felt light as he carried me down the hallway, the bottle of alcohol my father downed before leaving was sitting on the couch.

The crisp night air hit my bare chest since the dress was hanging low and that snapped me back into reality.

“Let me go,” I screamed into the air and started to trash around in his hand.

The man didn't budge and just kept walking, completely unbothered by my struggle.

“Somebody help me.”

My voice was already getting raspy and the cold air wasn't even helping. It was as if all this was planned out because there wasn't a single soul and the only living thing making noise apart from me were the moving trees.

I burst into tears and resorted to begging instead, “Please let me go. I promise not to tell anyone.”

I was slowly giving up but still wanted to leave so I tried to make another attempt when I saw that we were getting close to a black car that was suspiciously parked down the street.

“My father is a policeman-

“A retired drunk though,” he interrupted in a mocking tone.

My blood ran cold after his words because it was obvious that he knew everything about me even though he was a total stranger to me. A chilling feeling creeped up my spine when it slapped me in the face that someone has been watching my every moment.

He threw me into the car and I fell face flat on the seat with my chest pressed flat against the seat. I looked up and froze when I noticed that I wasn't the only one in the car.

His silky hair that was as black as the night wasn't my focus. It was his eyes… his red eyes.

Never in my life did I expect to see someone with red eyes. I soon got snapped out of my daze when his gaze averted to my boobs and a look of irritation appeared on his face.

Feeling conscious and insulted, tears clouded my eyes as I made a poor attempt at covering my body when the main kidnapper came in.

“What do you want from me?" I whispered when the car started and looked around frantically.

Panic set in as I thought of different ways to get out of this messy situation before I was too far away from home.

“We simply want to collect our debt from your father. Once he pays off, we're going to release you,” the main captor explained while his partner looked out with boredom in his eyes.

It felt so hard to breathe that I started to gasp for air as more gruesome thoughts came into my mind.

“Is she dying?” I heard the green eyed man ask his brother with a bit of worry in his voice.

After a while, I heard the other one's voice for the first time and unlike his brother, there was no ounce of emotion.

“She'll live.”