"Ohhh! Nooo! Somebody help me," I screamed in my mind; I couldn't speak. I found myself in a strange place, a strange atmosphere. I felt so uncomfortable. I tried moving my body but couldn't. I felt pain all over my body and couldn't move much. I tried to take in my environment, looking around, but it was all dark. I tried remembering what happened, but there were no memories – just pain. My mind was blank; I couldn't think.
While trying to figure out what was happening and where I was, I felt like the place I was in was moving, indicating I was in a car. I could hear noises outside – sounds of cars passing and moving – which made me sure I was in a car. (Oh no!) My mind was screaming. I tried shouting for help but noticed my mouth had been taped. I could feel danger. That's when I realized I had been kidnapped. I was so scared. I tried using my hands to trace where I was but noticed my hands were tied, same with my legs. Gosh! I tried remembering what happened last, from my last memory. All I could remember was that I was in my room making preparations to go out with my friends to check out the newly opened thrift store. Just then, someone hit me on the head from behind; I couldn't process the rest. When my head started aching again, I couldn't get the full details. I stopped trying to remember and focused on how to escape.
While thinking, I felt the car coming to a stop. Indeed, it was. It seemed it had reached its final destination. I heard the door opening and someone getting down – probably the driver. As someone opened the place I was in, a beam of light struck me and almost blinded my eyes. When I regained my sight again, the person was already in front of me, trying to process my environment. I noticed I was in a truck, not a car. I tried to look up at the person and found the person strangely familiar, but my sight was very blurry and unclear; I couldn't get a clear view of the person who walked in. But I felt like I knew the person; I can feel the person is a close person, someone I know quite well, but can't see his face clearly.
I was dragged out of the truck, and he untied my hands, legs, and removed the tape from my mouth. I wanted to speak and ask questions, but I was too weak to talk or even run. I could only stand by supporting myself with his body. He positioned me to place my arm on his shoulder and his on my waist. We looked like a couple, with me appearing drunk and my supposed boyfriend supporting me. No one suspected anything.
Taking a look at my surroundings, it looked lousy, busy, and expensive. Though my sight was still blurry, I could see how lively the place looked. I could see how people went in and out, how expensive cars were parked outside. The guys looked like wealthy heirs, while the ladies were all dressed in an exposing and seducing manner. We entered inside, and it was more crowded than the outside, and more lively and noisy. It was a bar.
I finally got a little clearer view of my surroundings. The first thing I did was look up at the person who kidnapped me. The face I saw crushed me; my legs went weak. It was my uncle. I felt betrayed; I couldn't even understand my feelings in that moment. My last hope was crushed; I was hoping to find a way to call my uncle – now, who do I wanna call? I never thought he could do this, even though I knew they didn't really like me. But why? I was sobbing silently, not daring to make a noise. As we walked past, I could feel the burning gazes of men casting on me. Of course, I'm hot, but I couldn't think about that at the moment; inside me, I feel hotter than their gazes. I was only thinking of how to escape and why my uncle would do this. Was it with the knowledge of his wife?
We both walked straight to the bar receptionist. The receptionist and my uncle both exchanged a few words I couldn't hear clearly because their words were just like whispers. Moments later, the receptionist handed him a card and whispered some words to him, like he knew what to do next. We left the receptionist's place and entered an elevator. He pressed the third floor, so when we got there, in front of an ordinary-looking wall – as an outsider, you would never guess something different was there – the wall opened when he placed the card in a particular unknown area. My mind was occupied with thoughts, and I was trying to compose myself. Then, inside the wall was another, just like another completely different place, which was silent and peaceful. We were scanned before going in; based on my study, it wasn't his first time going through this, because he looked incredibly relaxed. Finally, we entered a very luxurious room. In the room, every aspect spoke of luxury. Inside the room, on a couch, sat a young, handsome, charming-looking man who was wearing a bathrobe. He sat majestically on the couch with an aura of power and influence. He was sipping a cup of wine while watching a movie. He looked like the boss, and everyone treated him respectfully. He looked up at me and my uncle, and he glanced at me with satisfaction. My uncle greeted him with respect, bowing his head. "Young Master Logan," I did the same, weakly by bowing respectfully also but didn't say a word. I was handed a glass of wine from one of the maids. I wanted to refuse, but my uncle wouldn't even allow me to. After drinking it, I felt weak, and my sight went blurry. Then I realized I had been drugged. Then everything went blank.