Chapter 12 - The End Result - Part 1
Next day...
Las Vegas, Nevada
“If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.” - Unknown
Rubbing his palms over his dark jeans, Justin sighs impatiently as Jacob pulls up in the parking lot of one of the many adult entertainment establishments here in Las Vegas.
His morning was a disaster when media reporters showed up at his estate grounds but he was on an agenda and was able to dodge them. He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid them forever but so far, so good...
He'd deal with them promptly when the time came to face them.
Justin also sat ‘his girls' down and ordered them to keep away from the reporters since they were back at the estate when he left.
He managed to contact Rachel earlier and convince her to take Courtney over to Hugh's where he was sure they'd be safe so he wouldn't have to worry about them. Hugh was the only person Justin could trust wholeheartedly and after a quick call to explain his situation, Hugh was able and willing to help out Justin since he viewed him as his own son.
All Justin had to do was bring Diane home safely so they could try and build the family Justin always wanted but never admitted to. He also knew Diane always wanted that and he was actually ready to try and be someone better than who he was. He...he was ready to be the man she needed in her life and conquer his demons. He owed that to her and his self. They deserved to be happy and he was set on accomplishing that goal not just because it was the right thing to do, but because he loved her and the recent happenings that took place proved to him that he needed her as a solid part of his life. Not to mention he wanted to see his mom again after that call he got from her the day before. But first, he had to get rid of the threats and deadweights in his life in order to make a clean start...
"Could you have driven any slower?" Justin growls belligerently, tapping his fingers against the window seal of the Hummer as he looks out at the few cars in the parking lot.
"Chill J...we're here now and that's all that matters." Jacob voices calmly, finding a parking spot before killing the engine of his ride.
"I swear if they touch a hair on her head I'll fucking skin them alive. I'll chop them up and ship their body parts to their family members." Justin mutters mindlessly before fixing his black fedora hat then swinging the door to the Hummer open and hopping out.
"They won't hurt her." Ronnie asserts from the backseat as he and Jacob exit the ride as well to stand next to Justin.
Eyeing Ronnie, Justin simply leers at his forlorn attempt of assurance. The only way he knows that Diane won't be hurt is if he ensures it himself.
All three men remain in silence as they scrutinize their target destination.
"Are you sure you want to do this now in broad daylight man?" Jacob inquires, placing his hand on Justin's shoulder, snapping him back to reality.
Turning to look at the dark man with apprehensive eyes, Justin just shrugs. "We don't have a choice. By this time tonight, they're going to want Diane on a plane to wherever it is that they're trading her. I can't allow that to happen." Justin says in an obvious tone before he fixes his two guns in his waistband under his black t-shirt and the knife in the grove of his socks and sneakers. "Come on." He belts the order to his two friends before he struts towards the entrance of the building.
Ronnie and Jacob exchange worried glares before they rush after Justin, knowing that no matter what happens they'll have his back through any and everything.
"Justin maybe you should reconsider, especially with the media on your back. If anything gets out the cops are sure to follow man." Ronnie enunciates as he enters the building behind his friend.
Stopping a few feet away from the bar, Justin rotates the upper half of his body to glare at the younger man, overflowing with incense. "There is nothing to reconsider Ron. I'm getting Diane back whether you help me or not." Justin snaps cantankerously. And just like that, he whips around, storming past the bar and heading towards the elevators that lead to the second floor of the building with his two weary friends in tow.
In no time flat all three men exit the elevator on the second floor of the entertainment establishment, heading down the hall in the direction of their destination.
Observing his surroundings cautiously, Justin sighs softly, remembering the many times he set foot in this place. None of his encounters here turned out well and he knows now will be no exception.
As thoughts of Diane flood his mind he groans, swiping his palms over his black Sinatra t-shirt clad chest when his breathing deepens. He can't help but worry about her. He also can't measure the level of betrayal he feels due to what JC has done. Sure, the guy isn't the squeakiest clean, honest individual, but after everything they've been through together, Justin at least thought he had some moral compass or compassion to not do this. Justin knows JC is aware of how he feels so strongly towards Diane. Still, JC's insatiable thirst for money and desperate attempt to save his behind, has currently led them to their present location - standing outside of the large ebony vanished door of Grant's office inside of his establishment.
Justin figures that this unannounced meeting is going to aid in determining the end result of how this entire situation will turn out for all the persons involved.
His eyes flit around for any sign of lingering employees, but he sees none. The only person who really acknowledged their presence when they came in was the bartender and that's only because he's friends with Justin's ‘tender Ricardo. He also works secretly for Justin, giving him the heads up on what Grant is usually up to. It's sneaky but in this business, Justin has learned to pull out all the stops with his competitors. Since it's still day time and no shows are going on, the place it practically deserted. If things go his way, this should turn over well he hopes.
Cocking his head in the direction of his two comrades, Justin nods his head and all three men pull out their pieces before Justin inhales sharply and twists the door knob, kicking it open with his feet before they storm in like gale force winds, intruding on the occupants of the large, spacious, lavish office.
Eyes expand and all chattering ceases at the presence of the three uninvited men that just barged in...
"Jus...Justin?" Grant chokes out in a panic-stricken state. "What are you..." But when he moves to stand, Justin pulls back the safety on his gun causing Grant to plop right back down in his seat with a thud.
"I'm going to keep this short Grant because I can't be bothered with you now, but you can bet I'll be back for your ass." Justin snarls, walking over to Grant's desk with his aim dead set on the middle of his foe's skull.
Jacob and Ronnie do their job of covering their friend by making sure that Grant's security guard and nameless business associate don't shift from their current positions.
"Justin what the fuck is this? You must have a death wish showing up here like this. Are you crazy? You already declined our proposal though I had every intention of making sure you delivered but I've been busy. Guess you couldn't wait for me to come to you again huh?" Grant sniggers, but the menacing glow in Justin's darkening orbs silences him instantly.
Justin glares at him quietly for a few seconds, processing what he just voiced. "I'm way past crazy. So, don't fuck with me Grant. You and I both know you didn't give a shit about my decision because you had every intention of taking her anyway. So where the fuck is she huh? Where did you and that fuck JC take her? I won't let you two do whatever shit you're up to...I'll shoot you right now Grant and walk out of that fucking door...unaffected with no remorse but glad that I did the world a favor and took out one more of your kind...so talk!" Justin demands loutishly, with a slight tremble in his hands as he suppresses his anger long enough to get the answer he seeks.
"Wow Justin hold on now." Grant finally builds the urge to stand and face him, his desk the only barrier between them. Only, with Justin's gun mere inches away from his face, he knows this does nothing for his protection. Justin means business, and if he can at least weasel his way out of this by being honest for once in his life, then it's worth a shot. "I don't know what you're talking about. I...we didn't take anyone." Grant assures with raised hands but Justin just laughs bitterly.
"Why would you waste your time and come up with a bullshit lie like that? You really think I believe anything that comes out of that mouth?" Justin hisses in an uncouth manner before circling Grant's desk to face him, still keeping his steadfast aim. "I told you, I warned your ass that the next time there would be no words and only action. I've said enough already, I'm not staying here to look at your miserable, incompetent dick face any longer. If you won't cooperate then I have no use to keep you alive now."
The tone of Justin's voice has lowered significantly to one of pure hatred and malice. His expression is one of borderline insanity as he reaches the peak of his breaking point. He's well aware that there is no controlling his temper any more than he can control his breathing. It's going to take one thing to set him off the edge and he's saving it for when he lays eyes on his ex friend now turned mortal enemy JC. Oh, he's in for a rude awakening.
Gripping Grant by the collar of his cream shirt, Justin takes his gun and thrusts it roughly in Grant's chest, causing the older man to wince in pain...
"J...J please you're acting crazy. I told you, I don't know what you're talking about..." But Justin cuts him off with a booming growl.
"You fucking know Grant! You fucking know! You took Diane; you sent JC to take her for whatever plan you two concocted. You have ten seconds to tell me where she is else there will be a bullet piercing your heart shortly! I fucking mean it!"
Feeling his resolve cracking, Grant resorts to begging his rival to believe him. "Please Justin...listen to me, I had no idea JC was going to take her! We agreed to let some time pass so we could come back to you one last time before we'd even consider doing something like this...please. I know what Diane means to you...why would I..." But he dithers when Justin interrupts him...
"Ten...nine...eight..."
"Justin listen to me! I had no idea he would do this!" Grant wails, his heartbeat now erratic as he pleads for his life. Justin's stare is cold and hard as he pauses for a brief moment before he resumes counting.
"Seven...six...five...four..."
"Justin I'm telling you the truth! The buyer extended our deadline! JC had no reason to do this and he didn't tell me about it! Please!" Grant's voice fades off into a slight whimper as his eyes gloss over. So much for being honest.
He should have simply made something up and sent Justin on a wild goose chase while he contacted JC and chewed him out for being so careless and thoughtless. But, it's too late now...
"Three...two..."
"Justin! Maybe he's telling the truth man." Ronnie's voice throws Justin off and he looks over at his friend with a stare that indicates the younger man must certifiably be out of his mind.
"Ron, why would you even think that?" Justin scowls, not liking the fact that his death threat was interrupted.
"Man, he knows you're going to shoot him. If he feels that telling you where Diane is will save his ass, he would have done it by now." Ron reasons and when Justin glances in Jacob's direction, he nods in agreement with Ronnie, shoving the terrified security guard down on the floor where he can keep a better eye on him.
Looking back over at Grant, Justin groans loudly before his hand drops from his chest and he lets him go. "Shit! Fuck!" He curses, realizing that his friends are right. Not to mention, the terrified yet honest look in Grant's eyes indeed justifies that he's telling the truth and has no clue about the abduction that took place last night. "Ok, ok Grant, your ass stays alive a bit longer, but, you're coming with us."
"What!?" The horror on his face causes Justin to chuckle slightly.
"You think I'm going to leave you here to call JC and let him know we're looking for him? Oh no my friend. You're coming. I can kill two birds with one stone where in your case, you're one of those birds and the stone would be my gun." And with that said, Justin grips Grant's arm roughly, tugging him towards the entrance of the office as Justin instructs Ronnie and Jacob to ‘get rid' of their witnesses.
Not sticking around to hear the two men begging for their lives, Justin hauls Grant out of his office - the last thing he sees is Jacob and Ronnie connecting the silencers on their guns before the door slams shut, cutting off the begs and pleads of mercy. Justin is not proud about any of this, but, Diane is his main concern, and really, he will eliminate any and everybody that gets in his way of getting her back safely and keeping them that way.
"You're fucking sick Justin." Grant finally finds his voice, gaining some courage as the elevators to the ground floor dings and Justin shoves Grant forward to walk with his gun pierced into his lower back.
"From you, that's a compliment. I know if situations were reversed you would have killed me first chance you got so I'm doing you a favor here. Watch your fucking mouth." Justin mutters.
"You're right I should have killed you a long time ago. But, you really think you can walk out of here with me, kill me and no one notices? People know you Justin. You're practically a celebrity. They know our history and they know about our feuds and competition. If I turn up dead, you're the first person they'll come after. And even though you get your precious Diane back, you won't be with her because you'll be behind bars, for life, facing the death penalty for all the crimes you've committed in your lifetime."
Sighing in utter annoyance, Justin continues to jostle Grant towards the exit of the building, the two of them being the only souls sauntering through the lobby to the front doors. "Grant, you have many enemies so I'm actually surprised that you're still alive. Besides, you won't turn up dead...you'll turn up missing. And, you'll have every reason to be that way with what the media and feds are going to discover about you and all your underhanded dealings in this business. They'll expect you to run, disappear...turn.up.missing. So, you running does not put me behind bars, whether that would be the real case or not." Justin supplies before swinging the doors open and walking out of the establishment, heading in the direction of Jacob's Hummer.
Then it dawns on Grant. Justin didn't just show up on a whim. He planned this, all of this...
"You...you planned this didn't you?" Grant swallows the lump in his throat because he knows that if Justin's worked this out, there is no way anything will be pinned or linked back to him. Justin has been doing this for years...getting rid of persons who prove to be detrimental to his existence. What's one more time? Now isn't going to be any different.
Justin simply smirks by Grant's inquiry not bothering to give a verbal response...
The thought alone of being murdered by his arch enemy and never being found puts Grant in a lose-lose situation. Just the thought of all of this makes him actually wish that he made different life choices, but it's too late now. And, by the thumping of his heart, sweaty palms and labored breathing, he knows that he made a terrible mistake messing with Justin, thinking he would turn out to be just another pushover if the price was right.
This is a classic case of proof that love outweighs and can win over anything...even money.
Opening the doors of Jacob's ride, Justin shoves Grant into the backseat before crawling in to seat next to him. "Ok, now don't fuck with me and try anything else I'll out you right here." Justin warns as he notices Jacob and Ronnie finally making their way across the parking lot. "Now...if I'm right and I know I am, we'll find JC at his other estate where he used to do business all those years ago. I'm almost positive that's where he's taken Diane to make the trade and...he'll be expecting us..." Justin divulges, frowning when Grant wheezes slightly before gripping his chest tightly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Justin inquires, knitting his brows in confusion and pursing his lips before poking Grant with the gun.
"I...have asthma...don't have my inhaler...in office..." Grant chokes out, trying to take in deep breaths to calm his nerves.
"Well isn't that some shit." Justin chuckles. "If we're lucky, you'll suffocate to death and I won't have to pull the trigger or get rid of you after all." Patting Grant's back harshly, Justin fixes himself in his seat, keeping his unwavering aim on the older man as Ronnie and Jacob hop into the Hummer at the front.
Silently bringing the vehicle to life, Jacob heads out of the parking lot of the establishment and onto the highway in the LA traffic.
"You guys got the job done?" Justin asks from the back while keeping a close eye on a gasping Grant.
"Yeah man, we took care of everything including the security cameras in the security room. Ron was a little freaked out since he hasn't developed his niche for killing just yet but we're cool." Jacob explains emotionlessly while switching lanes easily.
"Sweet. I owe you all man. Thanks a lot." Justin drawls lazily. His appreciation doesn't falter in his tone either. He really is truly grateful that he's not doing this alone.
"It's nothing J. I mean, I know I can be a fuck up at times, but I'm sure you'd do the same for me...for us." Ronnie says confidently while turning around in his seat to look back at Justin and Grant.
Arching a brow, Justin's lips curl into a coy smile before he shakes his head in slight amusement. "Sure Ron...you know I would." And he actually means it even though the kid really is a handful; no matter what Justin throws at him he still keeps coming back, determined to prove himself worthy. Justin finds that oddly admirable about the young man.
"Hey, is...is he ok?" Ronnie points over to Grant who's clutching his chest tightly as his body hunches over, his shoulders shaking lightly.
Rolling his eyes tetchily, Justin just waves Ronnie's question off. "He'll be fine...well...ok not really, but shit, he's saving us a whole lot of trouble."
When Ronnie gives Justin a disbelieving glare, Jacob ends up laughing from the driver's seat since he's looking at them through the rearview mirror.
"Fuck Ron, he has asthma." Justin finally admits.
"That's some shit." Ronnie mumbles in a whisper before fixing his self and facing forward again to look out the window at the passing cars.
"That's what I said." Justin chortles while tilting his head to the side with a sense of twisted satisfaction from the man's failing composure who's sitting next to him.
Still taking in deep, calm breaths, Grant swallows harshly as his asthma attack slowly dissipates, relieving the panic from his system. Still, the fear that this is the last day he'll ever be alive to witness keeps the adrenaline pumping through his veins and he knows...he knows that when they get to their destination, there's no way he'll be giving in without putting up one hell of a fight.
"You better pray that Di's ok Grant, because if so much as a strand of hair on her head is out of place, I'll save you going quick and painlessly and make sure that you suffer a slow, torturous death. I'm going to find out what's going on. JC is going to tell me exactly what's going on with this fucking trade. He's going to tell me everything in detail even if I have to beat it out of his disloyal ass." Justin spits out boisterously before Jacob speaks up.
"So, speaking of Diane, care to give me the directions on how we get to her from here J?"
Justin quickly rattles out the directions to JC's old mansion located about an hour away from their present location.
With a simple ‘ok' as a response from Jacob, Justin diverts his attention back to a disturbed Grant who's successfully keeping to his self in an attempt to prevent from disrupting Justin's already edgy mood.
And just like that, a tense yet appreciated silence takes over for the rest of the journey to what Justin hopes won't be his final destination...
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JC's Estate Grounds
Fluttering my eyes open, I squint, trying to adjust to the bright lighting in the room.
"Wha...what's..." Trailing off, I swallow harshly when I feel a wave of nausea take over. "Oh my god..." Hunching forward I gasp, blinking rapidly to clear my blurred vision but to no avail. "What's going on?" I murmur, trying to make sense of my surroundings.
Shifting, I move to get up but the moment I try to walk I feel a hard tug on my leg. "Wha..." Stumbling forward, I fall to my knees and even if I can't see properly, I can feel just fine. The moment my hands smooth down my blue dress and connect to my ankle I start to gasp as panic surges through my body and my nerves kick in. "Oh my god, what is this?!" I cry out, tugging roughly at the chain around my right ankle trying to get it off, but, I've quickly realized that's not possible without a key. Where is it even connected to?
Ok Diane, just stay calm. Firstly, try to figure out where you are and how you got here.
I feel so drowsy, so lethargic. It's to the point of a numb dizziness as I'm still seeing my surroundings partially blurred. What's going on? Why can't I remember anything!? My entire body feels weak, almost numb and I'm so queasy I could hurl at any moment.
Ok, ok think...I need to make some sense of what's going on.
And the moment I fight to concentrate through my drowsy state, it all comes flooding back to me...
"Oh...oh my god JC! He...Courtney my baby....and...oh god Justin. Justin I'm so sorry." I ramble out in an unhinged state while standing up again and surveying the room I'm in. Since my vision is failing me, the most I can make out is that I'm in some bedroom?
What!?
The last thing I remember was getting into JC's car. We drove for what seemed like hours and then we got to this...this huge estate, bigger than where I know JC lives. He brought me in and there were a few people there I never saw before waiting, just staring at me...examining me. They...they never said anything come to think of it. Plus, JC still had his gun pointed on me to make sure I didn't do anything stupid. I was giving him the silent treatment which really frustrated him but he still tried to keep his cool. He's so strange to me now, so...bizarre with his callous behavior.
I remember him placing me to sit at the large mahogany dining table and putting two very large, dark men in charge of watching me before he disappeared for what seemed like ages. I think he was talking or more like arguing with someone on his cell at a certain point. I couldn't see him, but I could hear the faint sound of his aggravated tone filtering through the room.
I have no idea why JC is doing this, but something tells me it has to do with the whole sex industry thing that he and that Grant guy was telling me about. If that's what it is, it can't be anything good. I didn't even notice Grant there when we came last night. I was sure he'd be right there with JC. They seemed close.
When JC finally came back, he asked me if I was thirsty and gave me a glass of water to drink as he pierced me with his intense gaze. I wanted to say something...anything to him, but I realized that not cooperating with him was making his job difficult, especially when he started asking me all these questions about my physical health. I knew why he was asking me, but, I didn't want to believe it, so I just stared at him as I silently drank the glass of water he handed me. I didn't have a choice since he placed his gun to my head and ordered me to drink.
That...that's the last thing I remember doing.
Everything became really dull and faded a few seconds later. I know now that he gave me something. He put something in that water but...I don't know what. I mean, at least it wasn't poison to kill me right? But, with the way I feel - so comatose - I can't help but wonder what type of drug is swimming in my system now. I really feel sick like I could pass out again at any minute. I can't...I can't give up without a fight. I just can't.
I'm so confused right now. I have no clue what's happening or where I am and...
It...it's all my fault. I'm so stupid. "Oh god, this is all my fault..." I whimper before curling my knees up to my chest as I sit on the hard floor of the room and rest my back against the wall. Feeling a rush of tears come to the surface, I sniffle, trying to be strong but my attempt falls short when a few tears escape, flowing down my cheeks. It's not long before they're steadily falling, clouding my already distorted vision.
Justin he, he must be so worried. I'm sure Rachel contacted him by now and I'm almost sure he nearly had a massive coronary. I wonder what he's thinking, feeling or even doing right now. I'm sure he's maybe out looking for me. I'd not want to be JC right now. I also would not like to see any interaction between them if Justin did find us but now...now I'm not so sure. I just hope my baby girl is ok. I would never be able to live with myself if anything happened to her.
God please let Justin find me. I...I need him...
Then I hear a clanking noise indicating some keys are being jingled in a lock before the knob twists and the door to the room swings open.
Lifting my head slightly, I gaze up at the person who just walked in, hovering over me.
I feel so blind right now. I can't quite make out who it is, but then the person speaks and a shiver passes through my body by the insensitive tone of their voice.
"Diane...I'm so sorry."
It's JC.
Pushing my body against the wall, I turn away from him feeling light-headed. I haven't said a word to him since we came here last night.
"Still giving me the silent treatment I see. No matter..." He states before kneeling in front of me. Gripping my chin firmly he examines me and I'm fighting to avoid eye contact with him. "Justin hasn't contacted me yet, but I'm sure he's on his way over here." JC continues to speak.
Remaining mute, I groan when I feel a sharp pain shoot through my skull. When I let out a painful moan, he drifts off momentarily to glare at me. "Hmm, after effects of the drugs." JC admits and I just scowl. "Like I was saying when Justin shows up, I'll be ready for him."
Shaking my head in protest, I lift my hands and push at his chest to get him away from me. His scent, body heat and close proximity are making me anxious. I feel like I'm on the verge of hyperventilating as I gasp for air, unable to steady my breathing. The air isn't filling my lungs fast enough and I feel extremely weak. I couldn't stand even if I wanted to.
"Hey, don't fuck with me Diane." JC snaps abrasively, smacking my hands away, but when he closes the gap between us, I begin struggling against his hold.
"Mmmm..." Is the only thing I can mutter as my head spins. My vision is finally clearing up but even if I was seeing darkness it wouldn't stop me. I'm not making this easy for him.
"Hey stop it Diane. I don't want to hurt you!" JC spits out, trying to grasp at my flailing hands.
And that's when I feel it bubbling up my throat and spilling out of my lips... "No! no...no!" I scream out frantically, now swinging my hands recklessly, hitting any and every part I can reach on his solid frame as I grapple against him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" JC growls, before he jacks me roughly. Grabbing my arms, he yanks me up to stand and I feel my knees give way instantly, causing me to crash into him. "Shit. You need to behave Diane." JC warns me, his tone slightly softer as he grips my arms tightly, pushing me away so I can't hit him anymore. That's when I resort to my free leg, swinging it forward until it makes contact with his thigh.
"Ouch!" JC wails in pain, letting go his hold on me.
Before I can even regain my balance, I feel a harsh smack across my cheek, the pain shooting through my jaw and down my neck.
Gasping, I glare at him in pure detest, gripping the side of my face tightly. Yanking my leg forward, I fight against the chain that's holding me in place before JC groans loudly, shoving me back down unto the hard wooden floor. "Now look what you made me do Diane! Shit! That's going to leave a fucking bruise. That's not good. Why did you have to be such a bitch!?" He grunts coarsely, dropping to his knees and straddling my waist.
My eyes instantly widen when I see him dip his hands into his black jacket pocket. "No...no stop!" Is all I manage to force out before his free hand finds my neck, gripping me in a chokehold.
"Just shut the fuck up Diane. I don't have time to tie you up so this will have to do..." JC barks.
And that's when I see it - sharp, pointy and squirting out a clear liquid.
It's a syringe.
Writhing underneath him, I bring my hands up and claw at his arms hearing him release a hiss, but he still keeps his death grip on me as my legs twist and kick beneath him.
"Fuck, you shouldn't have this much energy with the first dose I gave you. But, that's about to change." He snickers.
Then I feel a sharp piercing pain on my side causing my body to jerk in shock.
He....he just injected me with something. Dear god, why did he...why is he...doing this?
My entire form suddenly goes rigid before a rush of tiredness takes over. My legs and arms fall limp on the floor and it's not long before my heartbeat significantly slows down as everything seems to be moving in slow motion.
Getting up off me, I can still see JC's tall form hovering over me as I lay on the floor, my mind hazed as my vision begins failing again to the point of me being knocked unconscious. Blinking rapidly, I snivel in trepidation of the unknown fate that awaits me.
"There we go, now that's much better. When you wake up, everything will be over so don't worry ok? I'll make sure they give you the best treatment possible and don't worry about Justin; I'll see to it that he pays for everything he put you through. I won't hurt Courtney ok Diane? She has Rachel so she'll be fine. Now get some rest, you'll need your energy..." JC explains and his voice sounds octaves lower to me. He bends down to lift up my half-conscious form and I hear the chain attached to my ankle make a clinging noise as he places me to lay down on what I'm guessing is a bed.
When he moves away to leave, I fight to stay awake long enough to get out my last thought before I pass out. "Wha...wha...what...d-did...yo...you give me?" I stutter terribly and my tongue feels pounds heavier.
His footsteps stop abruptly but I can't see him because my eyes are shut and I just feel so lifeless...
Sighing, he clears his throat loudly before I hear the door being opened.
"I gave you GHB." And with that said, I hear the loud bang of the door being slammed indicating I'm alone again.
Wait, that's...that's a "date rape" drug isn't it? Justin had us all educated on these types of things in the business...and just god! I can't fully concentrate right now.
I'm so tired....tired of fighting this. I just...god please let Justin find me before it's too late.
Sobbing lightly, I curl myself into a fetal position as the drug begins to take effect, shutting down all my conscious processes.
It's not long before the drowsiness engulfs me completely and I give in, allowing myself to be knocked unconscious into a dreamless sleep...