Freya's POV:
I moaned into the sloppy kiss I was sharing with my boyfriend. Our tongues invaded each other's space, and my core ignited with need. I let my hands wander, finally resting on his bulge through the black trousers.
The window creaked, sending a chill across my arms as he pressed wet kisses against my skin.
"Lukas," I whimpered loudly when his tongue played with my neck in a lazy manner.
His hands found their way around my corset, loosening the lace. He seemed frustrated, cussing under his breath
Lukas started to dry hump me making me quiver down there from how cold his zipper was. I arched my back, trying to close the space between us, my eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.
The only thing I wanted was for him to play with my nipples like he usually did whenever he drags me into a storage room in school to have a quick makeout with me.
"Lukas, my…" I started but trailed off when I heard the door open.
My eyes darted toward the door. No one was there; I must be imagining things, maybe because I hadn't taken my medication before prom.
I frowned when he knelt over me and started to unbuckle his belt instead of giving me the foreplay that I had imagined in my head.
"Let's play a bit," I murmured and tried to bring his head down, but he resisted.
The bed creaked under our weight and I hoped it wasn't going to break because it would be so embarrassing and Lukas was definitely not going to let me hear the end of it.
"Play with sand instead," he joked breathily, and I let out a chuckle while hoping he was actually going to listen to me.
The chances of that happening were 0.002 percent, but a girl could dream?… hope? I wasn't sure about the phrase.
It turned out that he wasn't playing when he came down once more and guided his dick inside me.
This was our first time going this far and we had both planned to do it on prom day, which was today. I've been imagining how this day was going to unfold and I had imagined it being sweet, romantic and breathtaking…not rushed.
"Is it in yet?" I asked and he grunted then moved around a bit more.
I couldn't feel anything.
"Huh?" I said, a little bit out of breath and stared down.
Saying Lukas was far away from where it was meant to be would be an understatement. I laughed loudly but soon stopped when I saw the displeased look on his face.
I adjusted a bit, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation and started to wonder if I really wanted this with him.
"Let me help," I said even though I wasn't wet enough and considering that this was my first time, it was going to hurt a lot.
I guided him inside, careful despite how unprepared I was but made sure to brush his dick around my clit for a while and didn't stop even when he started to complain that I was taking time.
I started to put him in little by little, but Lukas didn't have the level of patience that I did and started to push with a bit of force that had me wincing.
"Okay, that's enough play, kids," a voice said from the corner. I froze, unsure if it was real or just in my head."
"Who is that?" Lukas asked and I froze, my body suddenly going cold.
If he had heard that, then I was definitely not hallucinating. On cue, a silhouette detached itself from the dark corner of the room.
I felt my heart in my throat just before I let out an ear-piercing scream. The intruder raised a brow up in annoyance and apart from that expression, he looked completely unfazed.
Lukas stood and squared himself toward the intruder, ready to fight, while I clutched my blouse to my chest, trembling.
"Who are you?" Lukas asked with obvious fear in his shaky voice.
The intruder, who looked way older than all of us, glanced down and stared at Lukas' dick before giving me a judgmental look that screamed 'Really?!'
"Keep that tiny weenie away please," he said nonchalantly while pointing to Lukas' dick that was swaying around.
I watched my boyfriend's cheek go red in embarrassment and I would have probably laughed because he was getting a taste of his own medicine but I wasn't in the best position to.
"You still haven't answered the question though," I finally said when I found my voice, although it was a bit coarse.
I regretted opening my mouth since that brought his attention to me. He shrugged then stalked towards me while I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard in horror.
Everywhere suddenly seemed small as if my space was reducing and all I could do was stare at my boyfriend who was just standing there.
We finally made eye contact and I was sure that the look in my eyes was enough to tell him what I wanted. He knew that I needed his help at the same time, I felt like I was hopeless even though he was still here.
"Lukas," I begged in a voice that was barely a whisper as my body started to feel foreign to me the same way it always did whenever I felt stranded or stuck.
Lukas hesitated for a bit, what seemed like guilt flashing before his eyes before he ran. He slammed the door behind him and that was when I realised how much of a fool I've been.
My mind went blank as my brain started to feed me with signs that I had ignored just because I wanted to be with him.
Strong hands gripped my waist and lifted me off the bed but I didn't fight. I couldn't even if I wanted to because I was too stunned by the betrayal even though I saw signs.
My body felt light as he carried me down the hallway, my father's empty bottle sat on the couch.
The crisp night air hit my bare chest since the dress was hanging low and that snapped me back into reality.
"Let me go," I screamed into the air and started to trash around in his hand.
The man didn't budge and just kept walking, completely unbothered by my struggle.
"Somebody help me."
My voice was already getting raspy and the cold air wasn't even helping. It was as if all this was planned out because there wasn't a single soul and the only living thing making noise apart from me were the moving trees.
I burst into tears and resorted to begging instead, "Please let me go. I promise not to tell anyone."
I was slowly giving up but still wanted to leave so I tried to make another attempt when I saw that we were getting close to a black car that was suspiciously parked down the street.
"My father is a policeman-
"A retired drunk though," he interrupted in a mocking tone.
My blood ran cold. He knew everything, even though he was a stranger. My heart pounded, each beat echoing in my ears. Every instinct screamed at me to fight, but I was trapped.
Before I could recover from the shock, he threw me into the car and I fell face flat on the seat with my chest pressed flat against the seat. I looked up and froze when I noticed that I wasn't the only one in the car.
His silky hair that was as black as the night wasn't my focus. It was his eyes… his red eyes.
I had never seen red eyes before. His gaze flicked to my chest, and irritation darkened his expression.
Feeling conscious and insulted, tears clouded my eyes as I made a poor attempt at covering my body when the main kidnapper came in.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered when the car started and looked around frantically.
Panic set in. I scrambled for ways to escape before we got too far from home.
"We're collecting your father's debt. Once it's paid, you'll be free," the main captor said while his partner stared out the window, bored.
It felt so hard to breathe that I started to gasp for air as more gruesome thoughts came into my mind.
"Is she dying?" I heard the green eyed man ask his brother with a bit of worry in his voice.
After a while, I heard the other one's voice for the first time and unlike his brother, there was no ounce of emotion.
"She'll live."