Kidnapped

Rachael's POV

"Ah." I yawned opening my eyes slowly, stretching my body on the bed.

Why?

Why those the ceiling color looks different from what I had seen last night, I am really sure the ceilings where white but the ceiling I am staring directly at— is grey.

Justin! I saw Justin last night, where is he?

I sat up on the bed with speed, then I realize— I wasn't in the hotel room anymore. This doesn't look anything like the hotel room.

"This is definitely not the hotel room, I checked into last night." I said out loud, confirming the thoughts I had already.

"Where am I?" I asked myself. "How on earth did he bring me here?"

Okay what do I remember—

I remember being shocked that he was standing outside my hotel room door, when he should be back in crimson pack. And then, he begged me to let him in, I did and the next thing I knew.. black. It was all black.

Did he drugged me? But how?

Ohh— he placed a white handkerchief on my nose, I remember struggling a tad bit, but clearly it wasn't en