Page 214 of Hate Mates

I want to argue with him, to tell him to fuck off, that it’s none of his business, but the room spinning and the pounding are making me feel so disorientated. The truth slips out before I realise.

“I have to stay a virgin. My father plans to marry me off after university, but I won’t be worth as much if I’m not a virgin.”

Benji lets out a low, dark laugh, looking more dangerous than ever before. “Well, if that’s not the best thing I’ve heard all day. Now I get to enjoy your tight virgin cunt, and get my revenge against your father at the same time.”

His words barely register. It’s like there’s a delay between him saying them and me hearing it. It’s even harder to processwhat they mean when the room continues to spin, and I’m worried my drink is about to make a reappearance.

“I don’t feel good.”Talk about stating the fucking obvious.

Benji wraps his arm around my waist to give me a bit of stability, and when he stands, he pulls me up with him. All of my weight is pressed against his side, and without his help, I’d be on my arse right now.

My eyelids feel heavy and droopy, and I have to fight just to keep them open. Benji leans in until his lips are almost touching my ear, his breath tickling my neck, and his dangerous voice sends a shiver down my spine.

“You should be careful when accepting drinks from strangers. You never know what they’ve put in it.”

Panic hits me and I try to shake my head, but it’s like all of my reflexes are moving slower than normal, and there’s nothing I can do. “You drugged me? What with? Why?” I ask, sounding so small and helpless.

He laughs again, but this time it only makes him sound evil. He stops beside a dark car and opens the passenger door. I try to resist, but he simply lifts me up and dumps me onto the seat, slamming the door in my face.

He gets into the driver’s side, puts on his seatbelt, before turning to help with mine. There’s a glint in his eyes that confuses the hell out of me.

“I drugged you with Rohypnol. Your father took something from me, and now I’m going to get my revenge, and you’re going to help me do it.”

I want to protest, to tell him I hate my father, but I can’t. I can’t fight back at all. Before I know it, everything fades to black.

THREE

Sophia

From the moment I wake up, I already wish I could go back to sleep. I’ve not even opened my eyes yet and my head is throbbing, so I can only imagine how much worse it will get when the sunlight hits.

I open them tentatively, as if trying to brace myself for the onslaught. The sun isn’t too bright, as it’s only filtering into the room around the grey curtains.

Grey curtains? I don’t have grey curtains, I think to myself, as my eyes snap open, taking in the completely unfamiliar room.

When I try to sit up, that’s when the gravity of the situation hits me, because I can’t move at all. My hands and feet are tied to the corners of the bed, pulling me into a star shape. There’s a grey duvet covering me, and I can feel incredibly soft sheets against my naked body.

Despite the pounding in my head, and the black patches in my memory, I try to force myself to remember what the hell happened last night, as I pull against the ropes tying me down.

Whilst fighting against the ropes does nothing except cause pain around my wrists and ankles from the burn, I start to get flashes of the evening before it went to shit.

I remember getting dressed up, going to the club, finding the guy I was going to target…

Benji.

He flashes in my mind like the devil he is, dangerous and more handsome than I’d like to admit. Although I can’t remember what happened, he was the last person I was with, and is most likely the one who kidnapped me.

The ropes haven’t moved even a little, no matter how much I try, so I revert to my only other option—I scream.

I yell and shout at the top of my lungs, begging for someone to help me. It’s not as loud as I’d like, given my mouth feels like cotton wool, but I do my fucking best.

I scream until my voice is hoarse, and I’m in desperate need of water. When my voice cracks, and I can’t shout anymore, fear and panic hits me all at once.

I’m not sure I’m getting out of this room alive.

As soon as that thought hits, I begin to sob uncontrollably.

I’m so lost in my tears, I don’t even hear the door open until it slams closed again. I glance up to see Benji walking towards me, looking the same as last night, if not a little more relaxed.

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