The Flower
I knew they drugged me. The haziness and inability to think was the first clue as I blinked. Everything was a blur. Last thing I remember was saying bye to my sister before going out with my friends. It was too dark to see where I was. And whatever we were in was moving too fast.
I was going to be sick.
What do they tell you to do in these situations again?
Details.
Get and remember details..
Not helpful with whatever is in my system.
The music they were playing was awful and I was pretty sure that it wasn't English. Maybe to disorientate us... me?... us?...
How many people were in here?
I tried to move and through heavy movements, concluded my hands were bound. Whatever body was next to me didn't move. Maybe it was smarter to act like I was still knocked out. I definitely didn't want to be first in whatever they planned.
Though, I felt sorry for whoever was first. This was deep shit. I was in deep deep shit. My sister was right, I should've stayed home.
Tears fought to leak out but they couldn't. It'd give me away. Instead my eyes grew heavy again and I once again entered darkness.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Sweet Dreamer of Mine
RomanceGuns and Ravens Book 2 Following Archer and Alora. This one may not be consistent for awhile... the story only just began in my head as I edited and posted the first book. TW: Sex trafficking, ptsd, religious trauma, sexual trauma, rape, pregnancy...
