Y/N POV

Trigger warning! The following chapter contains material that may be harmful or traumatazing to some audiences. Such as mention of abuse, violence, harmful behaviour etc. It is not suitable for anyone under age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. View at your discretion.

After a few drinks I started to feel dizzy. Like really dizzy.

I don't really understand why. I can hold my liquor pretty well.

"What's up baby? Feeling a little bit dizzy?" asked Jae and put his arm around my shoulder.

I looked at him but everything was blurry. It was like riding a roller coaster. A bad one. It felt like I'll throw up any second.

"It looks like someone's  a pretty lightweight drinker, right?" said Jae and pressed his body to mine. I tried to shove him away but I had no strength. How is that possible? What is that supposed to mean?

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I'll take care of you. I have a room upstairs. It'll be really nice." he said with such disgusting smirk, that I didn't know for a moment, if I want to throw up because of all the dizziness or because of his face.

Probably because of the latter. No, for sure because of it.

Jae gestured towards someone on the dance floor and exchanged a look with the bartender. Then he grabbed me by my waist and helped me stand up.

I wanted to use this situation and make some space between us, but was unsuccessful once again. I tried to push him away from me, but it just made him hold me more firmly and pull me closer, if that was even possible.

I tried to look around me to find Bang Chan..

To find anyone from Stray kids, but they were nowhere to be seen.

The more Jae dragged me towards the hallway, that led to private rooms, that one could rent, the more the realization hit me. 

It was slow at first, it was just something matte in my foggy mind. But with every step my mind got a little bit clearer. 

I'm good at drinking.

I had just a few drinks.

I've never been in such state. Even at my lowest I was still able to walk more or less on my own and was able to take care of myself. Now I was just a wasted person with almost non-functional legs getting dragged to the unknown.

The bartender and Jae obviously had some kind of agreement.

An agreement.

That's when it hit me.

I have misunderstood. They had a different kind of agreement.

It was this type of agreement.

.

.

He put something in my drinks. 

That's why I was unable to do anything. Why I was like new doll getting carried away by child that was excited to play with it for the very first time.

That's why I wasn't able to come up with a single useful thought.

I started to turn my head around like crazy, viciously searching for the guys. 

For him.

You can't be serious.

I knew that this guy was rotten to the core, but I didn't expect that he would go to such lengths.

As if getting advantage of drunk girls wasn't enough. He just had to drugged them.

 Of course he was capable of doing something like that.

I was searching for the boys, for anyone in fact. I was doing whatever I could to get away from him, even if it was just a few centimetres.

It was still better than this. Than being stuck to him.

Come on, people. An obviously drunk girl getting dragged away by guy. That's a big no. 

It must look suspicious to at least one person. Come on. Someone has to see. Someone has to do something with it.

But that ain't gonna happen.

When I looked all around the dance floor, there were dozens, maybe hundreds of people, but every one of them was too caught in the moment.

They were too self-absorbed. They had no time to look or care about other people. 

Some of them were barely able to take care of themselves or their friends. How would they be able to take care of a complete stranger.

How would they even noticed that someone is in need of their help.

And even if they did, they probably think that it's none of their business.

Fuck.

This isn't good.

This isn't good at all.

What am I going to do?

A panic started to take control over me. Over my body, my mind.

Come on. There has to be something that I can do.

Jae must have noticed my sudden change in behaviour.

He leaned to my ear and whispered.

"Don't worry baby, we'll be alone in a minute." he said. It sent shivers up and down my spine. His hand than slowly went from my waist to my ass.

This fucker. He should hope that I'll stay in this state for a while, because the moment I'll come back to my senses he better fucking run because it's going to be my turn to have fun.

And I'll make sure he wishes he had never been born at all.

I'll beat him till he won't be able to even remember his own name.

God, right now I'm not even able to tell, if I'll be able to stop myself from killing him.

But to be honest, more than anything else, I was scared right now.

Scared to death in fact.

We crossed the dance floor and got to the hallway.

It was long hallway with pretty much nothing. I got the buildings plans from Minho, so I pretty much know what this place looks like.

At the end of this hallwas is an elevator. After you get with it up, to the next floor, you can see a small reception on the right. You can then rent a room here.

There's not a lot of them, but they are pretty big and luxurious. It's known, that only a few, usually very rich, people rentthem and...

Well, I think we all know what happens then.

Jae was dragging me through the corridor. There were just a few painting hanging on the walls now and then. It was overall pretty plain.

Wait, what am I doing right now? It's not a good time to think about decorations of some shitty hallway.

Oh, I get it. I'm trying to distract myself from this. From what is going to happen.

What is going to happen to me.

We got to the lift and Jae pushed the button to call the elevator.

"Come on, this takes ages! I don't have time for this bullshit." he exclaimed frustrated and eyed me up and down.

Go fuck yourself Jae, I thought.

I wanted to tell it to him, but I was slowly losing conciousness. I'll tell it to him later, when I'm beating him up.

"Well, who says we can't have fun right here right now, right?" he said with a smirk.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

In the next second Jae threw himself at me. He was touching me, kissing me, doing everything he wanted.

Using me however he wanted.

I was fighting back at first, if you can call it that way. But I was way weak. My punches were like nothing to him.

And then, I petriffed.

Was it because of the drug? Or have my mind already given up? I'm not sure.

I just want this to get over with.

I started to tear up, so I closed my eyes and tried to thing about something else. Anything else.

"Y/N!" I heard Bang Chan's voice.

That's pathetic, I think about him even in moment like this. Well, still better than be aware of what's happening.

"She's here guys!" I heard say Seungmin.

Wait, Seungmin? I understand that I think about Bang Chan, but Seungmin?

I mean, he's a good friend and all, but...

That's when it struck me.

I opened my eyes and turned my head towards the voices.

The Stray kids were at the other side of the corridor. Trying to get to me, fighting off a few of Jae's bodyguards.

They're here. They found me.

.

He found me.

And he came for me.