freaks | steve harrington | book 1

drugged, or whatever! - 015

i was taken to a small room, and they tied my hands up. i could hear steve screaming from the room next to mine. "let me go!" i yelled, trying to break the binds around my hands.

the russian guard stepped forward. "no can do." he evilly smiled.

"where's steve?!"

"your boyfriend, no? he's fine, darling."

that made me uncomfortable.

"OH GOD! COME ON!" steve screamed, then it went silent.

i looked back, and the other russian guard cocked his head, and the other guard grabbed me. i was trying to get out of their grip, but they were too strong. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" i screamed.

they brought me to a room, with two chairs, and threw me on the floor next to steve.

steve was laying there, with his face all bloody and bruised.

"steve!" i shook him, and he didn't move. "steve?!" i looked up at the guards. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

one of the guards grabbed me, and the other one grabbed steve, and we were placed in the chairs.

they were back to back.

i squirmed to try and get out, but they tied us to the chairs. "steve, wake up! steve?!"

steve was knocked out, he wasn't waking up anytime soon.

another guard walked into the room, he had a hat, and a badge on. he must've been the main guard. he walked toward steve, and picked his head up.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" i screamed. "steve? can you hear me?"

the head guard walked to me. "i think your boyfriend need a doctor."

his english wasn't the best.

"good thing, we have the very best." after he said that, i spit in his face. he sighed, and took a rag out of his pocket. he wiped his face. "you're going to regret that." he said.

everyone walked out of the room, leaving me and a bloody, unconscious steve.

"bastards! let us out of here!" i screamed. "LET US OUT! LET US OUTTTT!"

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it had been about 45 minutes, and steve was still out.

i was still screaming at the top of my lungs, but nothing was happening. "HELP! HELLO?! HELP!" i felt movement behind me.

"hey, can you stop yelling?" steve finally woke up, and he was sluggish.

"steve! oh my god!" i was relieved. "steve, are you ok?"

"my ears are ringing, and i can't really breathe, and my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull. you know, apart from that, i'm doing pretty good." he leaned the back of his head against mine.

"well, the good news is, they're calling you a doctor."

"is this his place of work?" steve made me chuckle. "i like the vibe."