Chapter 1:

"Well, well, Barbie Doll. Still not in the mood to chat?" the threatening voice asked. A shiver ran the entire length of Betty's spine as she looked up, through her dampened lashes, to meet the cold brown eyes of the man. The rough threads of the rope encasing her wrists stung her raw skin when she shifted on the hard metal chair in fear. Dust fell from the floorboard ceiling caused by the gang of men scuffling around the room above. She could smell a hash scent of chemicals mixed with a sickening aroma of sweat and blood.

"Why were you snooping around here, Barbie?" the man spat loudly in her face, gripping the chairs arms on either side of her body. His breath was just as repulsive as he was. She couldn't believe the situation she had gotten herself into.

The man growled in annoyance at her silence. He righted himself before raising his right hand, clenching it into a fist. Betty squeezed her eyes shut and tried to brace herself for the hit, her fingernails cut painfully into her palms. A loud thud reverberated through the room, though not the skin-on-skin she had expected. She slowly opened one eye to peak at the man in front of her, his fist was poised in the air but he had diverted his attention to investigate the sound.

It was the small wooden door on the other side of the room that had smacked onto the brick wall as it was shoved open. Two bulky men stumbled in, dragging another man with them. Betty's eyes flew open as the body was dropped on the cold cement floor beside her. The man's face was bloody and beaten, a sickening feeling washed over her as she contemplated the possibility that he was dead; there was a lot of blood.

"Look who we found, Boss." One of the men that had brought in the - potentially dead - man stated.

"Jones." Betty's assaulter sneered at the lifeless man, a grotesque smirk spreading across his face. "Tie him up. When he wakes up, we'll have a friendly chat." He added, voice thick with sarcasm. That comment sent a brief wave of relief over Betty, knowing she wasn't currently being held in a room with a dead body.

"What about Blondie?" One of the goons asked, all eyes were on Betty. She looked away, down to the blood stained cement beside her, away from the man they called 'Jones'.

"Let her rot, until she'll speak." The 'boss' said before exiting the room. She seethed at his comment, digging her nails back into the fresh wounds in her palms. She still hadn't decided on her best course of action. She knew she would probably have to speak soon, she just had no idea what to say.

The goons made quick work of tying the unconscious mans wrists and ankles in the same coarse rope that was currently binding her wrists behind the chair and strapping her ankles to the chair legs. They left him on the floor beside her and exited the room. She heard the distinct clunk of a hearty lock sealing them in.

A warm tear trailed down her cheek to her mouth were she tasted the salty moisture. It felt good on her crackled lips, she was dehydrated. She had woken up strapped to this chair no less than three hours ago and had no idea how long she was out before that.

She was furious at herself, she couldn't believe she had gotten herself into this irrevocably messed up situation. All for the sake of a story, for a god damn school newspaper. Well, that wasn't entirely true; it was to sedate her insatiable need to investigate everything and anything she found interesting. Even if it meant scoping out the den of the Southside gang aptly called the Ghoulies, they truly were monsters.

Through many trails and leads she inconspicuously found the main hangout of the gang. It was a crumbling warehouse building is a deserted Southside neighbourhood. Most people that lived on the North side of Riverdale - as she did - would not even dare step foot in Southside. There was good reason, Southside was run by gangs and was home to the lower class citizens of Riverdale. The crime rate was through the roof and the unemployment rate was almost as high.

Betty's family was by no means rich, but they sat comfortably in the upper middle class. She had only just begun her senior year, this story was going to be the big hit on the Blue and Gold's first edition for the year.

She tried to reach her fingers to the rope in a feeble attempt to untie it, it had been tied half way up her forearms. She squeezed her eyes shut, blinking out another tear as she screamed in her head, the only audible sound was a single sob as she exhaled a puff of air. Her fingernails were again prying blood out of her palms.

She jumped in her chair as a pained groan sounded beside her. Her eyes shot to the bloody figure on the ground as he started to animate. She stayed silent, not even a breath escaped her as she observed him. He rolled onto his back, his eyes squinting against the light illuminating from the single bulb that dangled from the ceiling.

He attempted to move his hand to search for the source of pain he felt throbbing through him, that was when he realised he was bound at the wrists and the ankles.

"Fuck." He huffed, using his finger tips and a swinging motion to right his body into a sitting position. His head spun at the sudden movement. It was only then that Betty noticed the green snake embroidered on the back of his leather jacket. This man was a Serpent, a member of the Southside Serpent gang.

She watched him as he looked around the room, it only took him moments to spot her in his peripheral vision. He jerked his head in her direction, starting at her feet his eyes trailed a line all the way to her angelic face.

"You look a little lost, sweetheart." He chided with a smirk. She scowled not much caring for being called sweetheart by this Serpent.

"I sure look better than you." She retorted. She almost had to check the validity of her statement as he spun on his ass to face her. Under the blood, cuts and bruises were blueish green eyes that adorned a rather handsome face, one not of a man but of a boy who couldn't be more than a year or two older than her.

"You're pretty easy on the eyes." He agreed, his smirk grew as he eyed her again. She scoffed and looked away. "Oh, don't be like that." She returned her gaze to him as he sent her a wink. She shuddered.

"Leave me alone." She murmured. The last thing she needed was for this guy to distract her while she was trying to figure out what to do in her current predicament.

"I was going to offer to get you out of those ropes, but if being tied up is your thing. By all means..." He shrugged. Her eyes squinted into a harder glare.

"And how exactly would you propose you do that? Don't know if you've figured it out yet, but you're a little tied up, yourself." She coaxed, angrily. He raised his eyebrows, seeming to ponder her comment. His smirk came back, only lifting on one side as he chomped his teeth at her. She was confused for a moment before she grasped he was suggesting he use his teeth to untie her. She rolled her eyes, she didn't really want that snake's mouth anywhere near her.

"I mean if you like the ropes so much, I'm happy to untie you, get out of this shit hole and tie you back up back at my place." He suggested with the unwavering smirk still set on his plump lips.

"You're disgusting."

"I'll be anything you want me to be, sweetheart."

She shot him a frustrated glare, "Stop calling me 'sweetheart'."

"I'll call you tomorrow night if you'd prefer." She almost chuckled at his wit before covering it with a cough. That hardly sounded forced with the dry ache in her throat.

"You can call me Betty." She finalised,

"Pleasure, Betty." He said with a wink, as if it were a promise. "I'm Jughead, Jughead Jones."

Hello, you beautiful human being! Thank you for deciding to read my story, I hope you're liking it already!

This will get very steamy, if it were a movie a definite MA 18+ rating - maybe R. But, I promise it will make you laugh a lot too.

I have obsessed over this for the last few days and have a bit of the story pre written. Every review it gets will inspire me to upload another chapter.

- Kayla