Author's Note: I'm glad you guys liked the first chapter of Deceived. :) Well, here's the 2nd chapter! Here, you'll start to see when the relationship took a turn for the worse.

-3 weeks after the wedding-

Imogen unpacked the last box, feeling satisfied with the space around her. The new apartment that her and Eli had moved into was now unpacked, and ready to be lived in. It was located downtown, neighboring some of the greatest exhibits that Toronto had to offer. Eli walked behind Imogen and wrapped his arms around her waist, causing her to blush.

"I love this place," Imogen whispered as they stood out on the silver balcony. The view from the third story was luxurious, and Imogen couldn't wait to get a lawn chair out there. She pictured herself lounging out, letting the breeze whip through her hair... getting away from the world.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Eli asked, pecking her bare shoulder.

"I can't wait to have a welcome home party," Imogen whispered, a smile lingering on her face. Eli laughed sarcastically and scoffed.

"Welcome home party?" he asked, dragging out the words as if they were disgusting. Imogen turned toward Eli and nodded, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"Yeah. We could invite everyone over and-

"No. Nuh-uh," Eli said, laughing dryly. "Those people aren't coming anywhere near my house."

"Why not?" Imogen asked confusedly. Eli narrowed his eyes at her and caressed her cheek.

"You saw how they were acting at the wedding. As if they didn't want to be there. They're bad company," Eli told her, his voice low and calm.

"But Eli, they're my family," Imogen argued back. Eli sighed heavily. He didn't know what he had to say to get her to understand what he was saying, but he had to try. He took her hand and led her into the house, seating themselves on the cushioned couch.

"Imogen...baby, listen. We can surely have a better home welcoming together; way better than any company they'd have to offer. Let's just... drop the subject," Eli said, silencing her upcoming response with a tender, delicious kiss. So she did. She dropped the subject, but the whole situation bothered her. How was she going to maintain a healthy relationship with them, if her husband objected to any thought that had to do with them?

"I love you," he whispered, breaking away from the kiss. Imogen smiled warmly and cupped his face.

"I love you too," she whispered back. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to be mad at him. His smile... his lips... they could make her darkest thoughts fade in a matter of seconds. That's what she loved about him. Well, at least, that's what she thought.

Just because they were married, the nights of partying at the club didn't stop. As they strolled up to the front doors, Eli greeted the bodyguard with a knowing smirk. Imogen despised the abnormally large bodyguard, and she couldn't bring herself to figure out why.

The man let them through without a word more. Imogen clung to Eli's arm and smiled at the familiar strobe lights that electrified the club.

"Buy me a drink?" Imogen shouted over the music. That was always their usual plan. As soon as they'd get there, he'd buy her a different type of drink and that's how the eventful night would start.

"Anything for the Mrs," Eli responded, guiding her over to the bar. He slammed his hand down on the bar, bringing the drunken bartenders attention to the two. "One Vodka Martini, please?"

The guy, Jay Hoggart, mumbled incoherent words and turned around, grabbing a glass and the strong liquor. Eli cleared his throat as the Jay poured, latching onto Imogen's hand.

"Sweetheart, could you go give this to the bodyguard? I forgot to do it myself," Eli said, handing a few twenties to her. He was truthfully trying to get her away for a few minutes, so that he could proceed with his mission.

Imogen stared down at the money in his hand and narrowed her eyes. "Why so much? I thought we got into this club for free?"

"No, this is for... something else. Just, go give it to him, please. Tell him it's from me," Eli exclaimed, shoving the money at her lightly. "He'll know exactly what it's for."

Imogen huffed and walked off. The bartender handed him the drink, and Eli quickly pulled some pills out of his pocket. Jay frowned.

"Those roofies?" he asked. Eli looked up at him precociously before nodding. He crushed them between his fingers, sprinkling them into the Martini.

"Compliments of bodyguard Eric," Eli responded.

"Why are you giving them to your girl?" Jay asked, his eyes wide with worry. Eli looked up at the guy again, grabbing a straw from a cup.

"She's going to need it," Eli declared, leaving it at that. He stirred the powder into the drink with the straw, being sure to hide any trace of it. Jay was still curious, but he noticed Imogen walking up. Eli quickly trashed the straw and turned around, handing the drink to her. Imogen smiled and took the glass, plopping down on the stool beside Eli.

"You're not going to drink anything?" Imogen asked surprisingly. Eli shook his head and smirked, anticipating the moment when her lips would touch that glass. She shrugged and took a sip as Jay's eyes never left her. She caught him staring and drew away from her drink, narrowing her eyes.

"...yes?" Imogen asked innocently.

"Oh, uh..." he said, staring at Eli. Eli gripped the bar table, staring at him with threatening eyes. The poor guy was just a shameless bystander, completely oblivious to the events projecting ahead of him.

"I'll fix you another drink," he said quickly, turning away from the two.

"Trying to get me drunk, now are we?" Imogen laughed. It was just a harmless joke, but she noticed how tense the comment made him. He turned back to her with a full Martini, smiling nervously.

"You just look thirsty," he said, the words escaping his mouth without a proper thought.

"Okay then? Thanks," Imogen said, pushing the other glass toward her. She continued to drink from the glass, watching as Eli stared at her with desirable eyes.

"Are we gonna dance or what?" Imogen asked, setting her half empty glass on the tiled counter. Eli smirked and grabbed her hand, leading her out to the dance floor. She turned around, facing her back to his chest. He began to grind against her as she backed into him, lacing her arms around his neck.

He felt her up, pulling her closer to him. He buried his head in her neck and kissed it, groaning at the rapid heartbeat that he felt. Why were the drugs taking so long to kick in?
"Let's get out of here," Eli mumbled in her ear. Imogen gripped her stomach as it began to squeeze at her insides.

"Why?" she asked lazily. Her mind began to run slowly, everything coming out as a blur. She turned around to face Eli so that she could grip his shoulders for support.

"I have something for you," Eli said, staring into her eyes. He noticed the foggy glint inside of them, and he couldn't help but smile.

"O-okay. I'm feeling kind of sick anyway," she muttered, rubbing her eyes. Eli led her to the VIP area, nodding to the bodyguards dressed in black who guarded the doors. Eli muttered some words that Imogen couldn't exactly make out, and the guards opened the doors. They let them by and closed off the area, canceling out majority of the loud music.

Imogen's vision was blurring, and she could barely register the black and red room that they were in.

"What are we doing in here?" Imogen asked, leaning into Eli.

"Imogen, there's someone I want you meet," Eli told her, guiding her over to two men dressed in tailored suits. She swallowed and rubbed her eyes again, hoping to clear her dazed vision.

"Who are these guys?" Imogen asked weakly. A tall, Hispanic man with a dark mustache, and a shorter, Caucasian man with dirty blonde hair stood before her with nasty grins on their faces. Imogen had begun to feel self conscious in her tight black shorts, and red half shirt.

"This is Fernando, and this is Kyle. They're going to take good care of you tonight," Eli remarked, walking Imogen over to the bed. She squinted her eyes and looked up at him, barely being able to make out his black hair; she feared she was slowly going blind.

"Whaa? E-Eli. Eli, what's going on? I feel horrible," Imogen moaned, breathing heavily. She felt so light headed, and she started to worry that it was from that drink she'd had earlier. Eli knelt in front of her and pressed his lips to hers, caressing her neck with his hand. He pulled away slowly and frowned at how miserable she looked. He spread her across the bed, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.

"Just relax. It'll all be over soon," he whispered, pressing one last kiss to her temple. Eli then turned to the finely dressed men and cleared his throat.

"Remember two things," he began, looking at them sternly. "That's my wife, so you better not get ahead of yourselves. And number two, I want my money in full by the end of the night."

Fernando scoffed and laughed sarcastically. "Money? You already got your money, pal. You promised us her body ever since the first day you started comin' here. You already know why you've been gettin' in free, gettin' the best hook-ups, all the luxuries... don't play dumb." Eli's nose twitched, indicating that he was getting angry.

"I was promised some money for this. That's my wife over there," he said through gritted teeth. The two gentlemen chuckled and stared at Eli as if he were the most hysterical man on the planet.

"I don't know who you've been talkin' to bud, but you've got the whole transaction all wrong. We have a little fun with the brunette over there, and your debt to this facility is paid. Now, we could rip you off a little cash... but you'd have to find another way to pay us back. It's your choice," Kyle threatened, poking a cigar into his mouth. Eli turned around and stared at Imogen, which of whom had passed out only moments earlier. He cursed himself mentally and turned back to the men, nodding.

"Do with her what you will," he said. The two men snickered and patted his back.

"Good choice," Fernando said, walking Eli to the door. Eli honestly didn't like the thought of having these bastards do God knows what to his wife, but if it meant paying off this enormous debt, it was totally worth it. It's not like she'd remember...

"See you soon," Eli said, taking one last glance at Imogen's unresponsive body.

Imogen awoke the next morning in her bed, a groggy feeling easing its way throughout her body. She could honestly say that she was in pain. It took every fiber of her being to sit up, feeling the extreme migraine dawning over her body. She couldn't remember how she ended up in the bed, or when even when she'd gotten home that night; everything was a blur.

"Eli?" she asked, her voice low and filled with fear. She didn't see him in the room, and her body was too weak to even get out of bed. She called his name a little louder, and he appeared in the doorway of the bedroom seconds later. He smiled widely and stepped into the room.

"Goooooodmorning, baby. I didn't think you were ever going to wake up," he said playfully, but he was honestly relieved when he saw that she had woken up.

"Morning," she whispered, touching her head lightly. "I don't feel very well. What... what happened last night?" Eli looked at Imogen, his mouth going dry. He forced a smile upon his face and walked over to the bed, sitting at the edge.

"We got hammered," he lied. "I had... Adam, yeah, Adam, he uh... he brought us home last night. We just fell into bed and, uh. Yeah."

"Adam took us home? I didn't remember him being at the club last night... I don't remember anything," Imogen said, whispering the last part. She closed her eyes, eagerly trying to remember the events from last night. Even when she had been drunker than a squirrel, she at least remembered some stuff.

"I-I called him," Eli said, nodding. "I obviously couldn't get us home, so we needed a designated driver. It's no big deal, Imogen. We had fun. Let me get you some medicine for that headache."

"Okay," Imogen breathed, watching as Eli fled the room. She trusted him, so she refrained from asking anymore questions. She still couldn't shake the thought that there was something that he was hiding from her.

A week later

Eli was a liar. Imogen could feel it every time he spoke to her. She knew that Adam hadn't picked them up that night at the club; he slipped out and confirmed it himself. She knew something happened that night, though. She felt herself slipping away from him each and every day, and it hurt her to realize it.

It was unusual for her to stand up and almost fall from the excruciating feeling that she felt in her legs. For a lack of better words, she felt as if she had been fucked senseless... it truly scared her.

She walked into the bathroom, watching Eli spray on his cologne. It was around 9 pm, and Eli was heading out to the club soon. Imogen folded her arms and peered at him through the mirror. He noticed her glare and turned to face her.

"What's your deal?" he asked. Imogen didn't respond, she just glared harder. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Eli attempted to brush past her. She pushed him back in his original spot, slamming the bathroom door.

"The hell is your problem?" he shouted.

"You!" she shouted, her voice high and scratchy. He narrowed his eyes, demanding an explanation. "You lied to me!"

"About what?" he yelled back. He was already getting fed up with her sudden snappiness.

"About Adam picking us up from the club that night. If he didn't take us home, who did? Huh? We were both obviously so hammered, right? You couldn't have taken us home, right?" she screamed, her tone completely sarcastic and full of spite. Tonight was the night that she'd know the truth, and she felt it. Eli's face softened up a bit, but immediately returned to its hard glare.

"Get out of my way!" he shouted, brushing past her forcefully. She grabbed his arm again, using all of her force to slam him into the wall beside him. He stumbled back a bit, and looked at her with devilish eyes.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he screamed, backhanding her across her face. She fell to the floor, holding her hand to her swollen eye. She whimpered loudly, returning her gaze on Eli.

"I just want to know the truth!" she cried. It was if Eli had stepped out of his body, and there was only one thing currently on his mind. He stooped down and picked her up by her arms, slamming her down into the bathtub.

He was sure that her cries could be heard from everyone in the apartment building, so he put his hand over her mouth, using his fist to strike her hard enough to knock her out.

Imogen blinked repeatedly as she slowly came back to consciousness, her vision clearing out. Her back was cold, pressing down into the tile of the bathtub. She gripped the walls of the tub, sliding up. Her head was pounding, and blood dripped into her lap; her lip was busted.

Unlike the incident at the club, Imogen remembered exactly what had happened. Eli attacked her. She started to cry at the thought, her headache growing worse. She was just so angry. How could he hurt her like that? There were so many thoughts swarming through her head, and she knew that there was one place that she had to be; the club.

Imogen walked up to the front entrance, dressed in a long coat, some sunglasses, and a dressy hat. She didn't want anyone to see the numerous cuts and bruises that decorated her body. The bodyguard stared down at the tiny woman and frowned.

"I.D please?" he asked. She whipped it out, showing that her name was Imogen Goldsworthy; the man recognized her name all too well. He let her in without a word more. Imogen walked over to the bar, taking a seat on the stool. There was no one else around except for the bartender, so she took off her hat and glasses.

Jay turned around and noticed her dark, black eye, her busted lip, and a few other cuts that covered her face. He cringed and turned away quickly; he recognized her from the nights earlier. Imogen noticed him behind the counter and signaled for his service.

"Can I have a Vodka Martini, please?" she asked lazily, her eyes puffy with tears.

"What, no roofies this time?" Jay asked, and he instantly regretted his words. Imogen's eyes widened as she stared at him with confusion.

"Excuse me?" she asked quietly. Jay had a habit of talking without thinking clearly, and he knew that he'd screwed up big time.

"Nothing," he said quickly, fixing her drink. Imogen put the pieces together. The forgetful memory, the dizzy flashbacks; it had to be roofies related.

"You son of a bitch!" she hollered, causing him to turn around and drop the drink out of shock. "You poisoned me! Just wait until the cops hear about this!" More people turned to stare at the outburst, and Jay panicked.

"N-no. No no no no, it wasn't me! I swear!" he told her, hovering above her at the counter to keep his voice low. Imogen had fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as she looked up at him.

"Then who? Who else could have done it?" she demanded, her mind hazy at the fact that she was actually intoxicated with roofies. Jay hesitated, but he knew he had to get himself out of the interrogation chair. He swallowed and looked at her with serious eyes.

"You're not going to believe me when I tell you this," he began, taking a deep breath. Imogen sniffed, her hands shaking lightly. "It was your husband."

Imogen shot up from the bar stool, more tears streaming down her face. "How dare you? He'd never do something like that to me!"

"Who did that to your face?" Jay retorted. Imogen was taken back. She fidgeted with her sunglasses and breathed out shallow breaths.

"I got into a fight," she said lowly. She shook her head and looked around the club in search for Eli.

"Listen, I don't know why he did it, but when you left to pay that bodyguard, he spiked your drink with it. Then you guys left and he took you into that VIP room over there," Jay said, pointing over to a red door with two bodyguards protecting it. VIP Room? What could have possibly happened in there?

"Do you know what happened in there?" Imogen asked, even though she didn't entirely believe him. He shook his head sadly.

"But you could ask him?" Jay said, pointing off into another direction. And that's when Imogen spotted him, dancing off in a distance with another woman. Her husband.

Author's Note: So this was the chapter when you saw basically the climax that lead to what's going to happen in the next, and also the LAST chapter. Reviews please? :)