The alcohol was showing its magic on me, I couldn't feel anything except for peace. The heels I had worn were now making me uncomfortable. I just wanted to swing around without hurting my feet but it seemed impossible as of now.

My eyes froze when I saw the time, it was almost 2 am in the night and I had been drinking and dancing for more than three hours.

Yet I didn't feel tired of this fun.

My vision blurred as I sat down. There were so many people here, mostly men's. A strip show was going on in the corner of the club, I didn't care, I had to go home now.

It was already too late for me.

I searched for my phone in the small bag I owned and quickly found it. My tries to switch it on went to waste, the battery was drained and my phone was dead.

I shoved it back inside and then continued to look around. I didn't want to go...not just yet.

This place was crowded, sweaty bodies seemed to be everywhere; the music was so loud that I had this urge to go back into the crowd and dance again.

My eyes wandered off to the man who was standing in the corner, since the moment I stepped inside, he was just standing there till now. He didn't even move a muscle; he stood there and noticed everything going on.

He looked appealing to my drunken state.

I was quite far away from him so staring at him was no problem until he looked my way. I hurried away from his gaze and turned around, in shock.

I let out a small laugh and stood up. Unable to walk, I tripped countless times on three different people.

Once the cold air of Landow hit me, I let out a sigh. Wrapping my hands around my shoulders, I began to regret the decision of wearing a small black dress and getting now jacket along.

It was freezing here. The loud music of the club started to fade away as I walked further looking for a cab.

There weren't many people around, just a couple of men's standing and talking. There were no girls around, I felt a little unsafe, and being in this state anyone could do anything with me.

I started to swing my hand everywhere and practised my karate skills with the air in case someone tried to do anything, I was preparing myself.

During this 'preparation' I tripped on a parked car and fell down. My knees scraped the rocky pavement and I groaned in pain.

Get yourself together, Wendy.

I got up again this time with sizzling pain on my forehead. I saw a blur yellow car approaching me, knowing it was cab; I ran towards the road and plunged my hand into the air.

Before I knew it swished across me, turning my smile into a frown. I am never getting home like this. I needed to call my friend but my phone was dead and I was too shy and scared to borrow it from someone.

A black sports car stopped in front of me, my head throbbed as I looked at it. I didn't make any assumptions about who it may be in the car or what they wanted.

The windows were tinted so I wasn't able to see who was in there until the person walked out of the car.

"Get in, " the unknown man ordered, I frowned my eyebrows at his statement. It was the same man from the club; who was standing in the corner for hours without doing anything.

Except for this time, he was wearing a black leather jacket.

Slamming the car door closed, he rushed towards me.

"Woah, Woah!" I took a step back as he came in front of me.

My hands signalled him to go away but he didn't instead he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the car.

"Rape, " I screamed as he opened the front car door for me, I wasn't going to anywhere with the person. What if he is a serial killer?

What if he wants to kill me or rape me?

I tried to get attention from the few group of men behind me but they just glanced and looked away like they didn't even care if someone was kidnapping a girl.

I tried to struggle with the man's grip but he held my hand like he was never going to leave it.

"I am not going to rape you, " he whispered in my ear as he pushed me inside the car.

The car was pretty warm compared to the weather outside, the atmosphere inside eased the pain in my head but I got more worried about what the future held.

My eyes were captured by the thick, pulsating veins scattered around his hand.

I looked at them with shook while he struggled with pushing my legs into the car.

"Damn, that's so hot!" I exclaimed, using my other hand to touch them but before I could even lay a finger on him he left my hand and then slammed the door shut on my face.

That's when I came to the realization that I was inside his car, I was kidnapped and my phone wasn't working and also I was drunk.

"What's your address?" he questioned while putting his seat belt on and driving away from the club.

I no longer had the energy to protest and eyes were dropping down.

"See; let me explain it to you." I stopped, trying to catch my breath.

"My parents hate me and if I got kidnapped they wouldn't give a shit, they wouldn't even give you a penny instead they would be grateful that I left." I continued, using my hands to express my words.

Not even once he looked at me instead his eyes were too focused on the road. I jumped in the car seat trying to make myself comfortable but as soon as my head hit the roof; I screamed.

"Your car is so tiny, " I said, rubbing my head softly.

"What's your address?" he asked again, this time more angrily.

Why did he want my address so he could kill me and then deposit or mail my body there?

"Don't kidnap me please, " I begged, slapping my both palms together in front of him.

I immediately bought my hands down when his jaw clenched with anger.

"I am not kidnapping you; I am asking you for your address so I can send you home." He said, clearing everything I had wrong about him.

My lips turned into a pout as he said those words.

"So you are not kidnapping me? I wanted to be kidnapped by such a beautiful guy." I cried, placing my elbows on his thighs and looking at him.

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