DRUGGED

ELENA’S POV

The walls felt like they were closing in on me, the disco lights feeling larger and weirdly nearer than usual. I turned around, trying to get a good look of my surroundings, but it seemed warped and hazy. I felt a hand snake around my hips and moved to flinch, but maybe my reflexes was too slow or the hand was too fast, but it stayed. 

I needed air, I was suffocating. I heard a voice say something, it sounded like the guy from earlier, although I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“You wanna get out of here?,” I read the movement of his lips, or the three I could see saying the same thing. 

I giggled cutely, clearly inebriated and all I could do was hum absent-mindedly. Suddenly the arm held me tighter, feeling me up, the man’s voice closer and louder, yet still incoherent. I was starting to feeling nauseated by the feeling. That was when it hit me and I could tell, this guy just drugged me. 

That could only mean one thing. 

I have to get out of here, away from this guy.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I let the lie come out before I stopped myself, although I couldn’t tell if it came out as coherent as I intended and grabbed my purse.

“But you just got here,” the dude argued but I pretended I couldn’t hear him, or maybe I really didn’t, already walking towards the entrance of the bar. I began threading through the sea of people that spilled out on the dancefloor to reach the front. It was still stuffy but the atmosphere was less stifling than where I was sitting earlier.

I burst out into the busy, bustling street in front of the nightclub, the cold breeze slapping some consciousness into me. I blinked, still feeling hazy but a little bit more aware of my surroundings, the dizziness and warped view momentarily gone.

“Hey, where are you going? This isn’t the bathroom,” a voice called out, and I gasped, turning towards the direction of the voice. It was the guy from earlier, and he looked less handsome and more menacing as he stalked to meet me.

I didn’t stay to give him a response, just turned and ran. I needed to get the hell away from here. 

Where did I park my car? Shit shit shit, I kept muttering as I ran as fast as I could. Apparently I wasn’t fast enough, my drunk tipsy and obviously drugged self probably couldn’t run as fast as a normal me would, because he was soon closing in on me.

And fast too.

I turned around a curb into an alley, another road at the end. Soon, I’d be free. Or so I thought. Suddenly, I yelped as a hand grabbed me by my waist and yanked me towards themselves, my purse flying off in another direction far away from where we stood. The guy had finally caught up to me and was staring at me with lust and a whole lot of other intentions.

Very bad, very evil intentions.

“Where are you going, baby,” he breathed as he pinned my against the wall, his breath caressing my skin in ways that I hated and never wanted to experience, his lips snaking up my neck to make its mark on mine. I turned my face away quickly, feeling repulsed as I squirmed under him.

“I love it when you squirm. Makes it a lot more fun,” he chuckled darkly and I gulped, the feeling sitting like a bad egg in my stomach. “I’d have so much fun with you, I don’t even to try hard to fuck you tonight.” I had to get out of here and I struggled to escape. The drugs were slowly kicking in and a tear slipped from my eyes as I felt helpless beneath him.

His lips pressed against mine hungrily, his kiss sloppy and terrible. I could smell his cheap cologne mixd with the alcohol in his breath. I tried to push him off me, but he pushed me to the floor and I yelped, turning to scream for help. 

He laughed and began mocking me let out a fake high pitched scream, like he was mocking me. “Don’t bother, baby. Nobody will find you here. You’re far from people, no one will hear you scream,” he siad, smirking deviously and my heart tanked, fear filling my whole system. 

My eyes widened at he what he was doing next. He loosened his belt, stalking towards me where I was still on the floor, too weak and in a haze to run any further.

“Please, let me go,” I pleaded, but it came out as a whimper mixed with my tears. “I’m begging you, I’ll give you anything you want. Do you want money? Just let me go,” I cried softly, tears falling like rushing rivers form my eyes. But it didn’t seem to affect him as he knelt above me.

“What if what I want is your body?” he cackled evilly, leaning in to take complete advantage of me. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for the worst to come, too tired to fight back.

But it never came.

I slowly opened my eyes to see the dude on the floor with another huge frame on top of him, punching him aggressively. I gasped as I recognized the voice of the person attacking the guy.

“Don’t you. Dare. Lay. Your hnads. On her. Ever. Again,” Damien’s voice rang out between each punch. What is he doing here? How did he find me?  The hitting didn’t stop, even when his knuckles split open and were bloodied. I called to him to stop, to tell him I was fine now.

When he was satisfied, he quickly rushed to me, scooping me in his arms. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” he asked, his eyes running over my frame to check for injuries, his eyes wide with panic. 

I tried to nod, to tell him I was fine, that he came just in time, but I was slowly fading out.

Till my world turned pitch black.