Past

Lissa and I walk past the long line in front of the club and flash our fake IDs at the bouncer. He gives us a suspicious look, but lets us in anyways. Being the owner's daughter does have some advantages after all. The strobe lights flash and illuminate people's faces every once in a while. It was packed. We made our way to the bar and shouted to get the bartender's attention. Eddie Castile walks over and shakes his head at me.

"Rosemarie Hathaway," he chastises. "I know for a fact that you are not 21."

"Oh, come on, Eddie," I say. "Just a couple drinks."

"I could get fired for this," he mutters.

"I'll make sure Daddy doesn't fire you. I'll tell him it was my fault. That I pressured you."

Grumbling, he makes the drinks. I lean over the bar and kiss his cheek. He flushes and I smile. Lissa and I make our way to a table just off the dance floor. A few seconds later, a waitress appears, holding two shot glasses. She sets them on the table and Lissa and I share a look.

"Uh, we didn't order these," I say.

"From the guys over there," she answers, pointing a table behind us. She flounces away and I turn around to look behind us. At the table immediately behind us, three guys sat. The one with green eyes was staring at me.

"Rose!" Lissa hissed. She nodded her head towards the far end where a guy with ice blue eyes sat, huddled in close with the other guy at the table. "Let's go over!"

"Lissa," I start and she turns her large green eyes on me and I consent. "Fine, but only for a few minutes. I don't trust the one with green eyes.

"Thank you for the drinks," I say. Whispering to Lissa, I add, "Let's go now."

"Stay," pleads the one with green eyes. And I want to stay all of the sudden. I take a seat at the table, across from the brown haired guy between the green eyed and blue eyed guy.

"I'm Adrian Ivashkov," the green eyed guy tells me cockily.

"Rose Hathaway," I answer. I nod towards Lissa. "That's Lissa Dragomir.

Adrian nudges the guy next to him and he mutters, "Dimitri Belikov."

"Christian Ozera," the blue eyed guy says last. Lissa sits across from him and they start talking.

Adrian orders round after round of drinks and I kept drinking. Dimitri shoots Adrian and look and nudges him.

"Stop it," he says. "You've both had enough."

Adrian gives Dimitri a sharp look that Dimitri returns. Ignoring Dimitri, Adrian calls for another round. I don't know how many more drinks I was able to down before I passed out.

When I woke up, I was in a tiny room with no windows. My feet and wrists were bound to the wooden posts of the bed, all of my clothes gone. Adrian enters with a smug satisfied smile on his face. Reality hit me. He had kidnapped me. Adrian's grin got wider as realization must have dawned on my face.

"Rosie," he cooed. I recoiled away from his touch. "Don't be like that, whore!"

Adrian climbed on top of me, grinding his bare lower half against mine. I whimper and struggled to get away.

"Shhh," Adrian said harshly. "It will only hurt the entire time."

I screamed and begged for help for Adrian to stop as he shoved himself inside me.

Adrian groaned in pleasure as I tried to get away from him. He was thrusting in and out of me, not giving a damn on how much it hurt.

I never screamed so loud. I begged and begged for help. But it never came. Only Adrian. He wouldn't stop; he kept going and going, even after he had ejaculated.

Finally, he pulled himself off me. I was sobbing. Pain radiated from down there and his pleased smile made me cry harder.

"See you tomorrow, Rosie." He tells me, stoking my cheek. "Don't cry. It will only get worse for you."

And it did. It got worse each night. Adrian came in and keep going inside me and making me hurt.

And nobody ever helped me. I could hear the others in the house during the day. I knew they were there as he raped me every night. Not a single person helped.