Riley intermittently slept, feeling relaxed, resting tranquilly in a dreamy euphoric haze. Sporadically her mind caught the cusp of something chilling. This terror couldn't quite break through the dazed, anesthetized, listless state stealing her thoughts away. Something finally pierced the foggy veil, demanding she battle to remain awake. The small voice in her head urged her to be cautious while feigning sleep. She investigated barely slitting her eyes open and she snuck a glimpse at the odd sensations ebbing in from the inky darkness. She dispassionately noted two Velcro bands holding her wrists in place and the fact that her throat was parched and she was drooling seemed disturbing.
Riley's jaw was also sore and she couldn't understand why. Her tongue slid over something behind her teeth that felt odd. Was that metal? A silhouette in the corner leaned forward. Though she couldn't make him out clearly, it was obvious a large man was focused on her. She glanced at the clock not sure if it was day or night. Part of her wanted to drift back to sleep but she shook her head desperate to clear the fog. Something clearly wasn't right, though in this state, she had difficulty reacting to the red flags flying in the periphery of her conscious mind. She had a sudden gripping realization of how serious her current situation was. A tear welled in her large, sexy, smoky, green eyes. It escaped after she blinked her long lashes to roll down her beautiful cheek where it fell to the floor below. Her clearing mind flashed to the IT guy from work. He'd been with her in her last memory before waking here, wherever that was. The IT guy had been holding her waist. Was he helping her? She couldn't quite figure it all out.
She recalled the restroom at the gym and the feeling of frenzied panic setting when she'd glanced in the mirror of the gym's bathroom. She had known she had to get to her car and lock herself inside it. She perceived danger. Something was very wrong with how fast the sensations of fatigue and dizziness were happening. The walls spun wildly and as soon as she'd spun the door knob and stepped from the bathroom the enormous, very handsome, IT guy's firm grasp encircled her waist.
"You look dizzy. I've got you." He'd stated.
Whirling, the shaky ground moved below her until she'd had no choice but to cling to him to stay upright. The rapid onset of the haziness and twirling sensations made her feel like she'd been drugged. The thought crossed her mind much too late, but it was all that made sense. She tried to focus while he swiftly moved her, nearly carrying her, to her car. He bent her, folding her into the car's seat, then his grasp of her hands was much too tight. Something slipped around her left then right wrists. She sluggishly tried to focus and turn her head to investigate her wrists. It didn't look like her car. Oh No! She watched as his huge hand cinched her wrists to the base of the car's seat!
"I... Have to... Get out... Of... Here!" her mind processed with a listless apathy only drugs could induce during what should have been a truly terrifying moment. It felt mildly alarming, but no true panic overcame her. She was trying to get her mind to understand the gravity of this situation, but part of her almost wanted to laugh. It was all very surreal.
"Thisss ... sisn't... my... car!" she mumbled in a slurred voice that sounded like it was a million miles away from her.
Finally, the fight or flight response filled her with adrenaline, but it was way too late. Riley then used every ounce of energy she had to throw her legs from the door of his car trying to propel herself up and away from him, but all she'd accomplished was her legs, falling out the door like lead weights. Logan's immense frame, crouched by her knees, gently, easily, lifted her legs back into his car. He simply closed the door, trapping her inside. She sobbed, caged in, slipping away, drugged in a car with a massive man she barely knew. She struggled to keep her lids open, watching him circle the car and climb behind the wheel. His stunning face bent over hers. A predatory look flashed over his features before his lips descended over hers then dropped lightly to press against hers.
She felt his soft lips touch hers and she was slightly intrigued with how moist and soft they felt. A slow mechanical whirring sound accompanied her descent on the car's seat. She was lowered down, down, into the cloudy haze of heavy sedation while weakly pulling at bindings on her wrists. A look, slightly less than true panic due to the drugs, crossed her face and she willed her eyes to remain open to watch the dangerous, devilishly handsome side of his jaw turning to watch behind the car while he backed his car from the space. His jaw muscle twitched when he noted her looking at him and she sort of laughed at how odd that twitch looked. She wondered if he was angry. That didn't make sense though. He stared at her before his head dipped to press his lips to her soft velvety skin again. His tongue slid in her mouth capturing hers and circling it. She was sure she shouldn't want anything like that from a perfect stranger. She murmured the word no into his mouth just as her eyes slid shut and the sedation concealed her from his greedy hunger.
Riley blinked up at the clock on the wall. "Where am I?" she tried to mumble. It was an unintelligible, hoarse, scratchy sound that did not sound like the words because her mouth was held open wide by a gag she still had no comprehension of.