Nerina POV
I groaned as a headache struck me, and I sat up, placing my hand on my throbbing head.
Groaning from the intense headache that overwhelmed me, the memories of the past few days flooded back, causing my eyes to snap open. The first person I saw was the man who had held me captive.
They froze, staring at me as if they were waiting for an explanation. I took a moment to glance around the room, and then it struck me—I could hear a sound, and something felt off. I immediately stood up and rushed to the window, only to be greeted by a view of clouds.
My eyes widened in realization, and then it hit me: I was on a plane.
"No, no, no, no, no!" I panicked, glancing back at them as they regarded me with expressions that suggested they thought I was losing my mind. One of them even wore a smirk, and I wished more than anything that I could wipe that smug look off his face.
"Where are you taking me? What does this mean?" I snapped at them, and the one I heard his brothers call Vlad stepped closer until I found myself pressed against the wall. He reached out, lifting my chin so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
A shockwave coursed through my body, and I could feel the panic rising within me. But his touch felt like it lit up my body. I was supposed to be scared of these men, but I found no fear in my bones.
What could these men possibly want with me? They had shown interest in me ever since that night at the club.
"I know you're scared and probably want an explanation, but you'll need to stay calm until we arrive," Vlad said. I looked into his eyes, and he had a strange effect on me. I felt something I had never experienced with any other man, and it terrified me; they terrified me.
"No, I want to be taken back to the place where you found me. You can't just kidnap me simply because you feel like it," I snapped at him. He moved closer, and my voice faltered in my throat as I gazed up at him.
"I can, and I will. You belong to me!" he proclaimed, just as he turned to speak to his brother. At that moment, I acted quickly and struck him in the groin, slipping past him with remarkable speed. When Kravin attempted to grab me, I darted under his legs, bolting toward the door. I wasn't entirely sure what I was thinking, but all I wanted was to put as much distance between myself and them as possible.
Then it struck me—this was a plane. How could I have forgotten? As soon as I burst out of the room, I spotted Squidward sitting in one of the seats on the plane. The moment I entered the seating area, his eyes shot up to meet mine, and I noticed a flicker of anger that was quickly overshadowed by something more primal—desire, perhaps.
"Got you, little lamb," a voice growled from behind me. I turned to see an infuriated Vlad, clearly upset by my earlier attack on him. I realized I was in deep trouble.
Before I could react, he reached out and grabbed me, hoisting me onto his shoulder. I struggled, but his grip was like iron; he was far too strong for me to overpower, and somehow, I understood that I was in serious trouble.
"You're going to pay for hitting me like that back there. I'll make sure you never do that again," he snapped, sending a chill down my spine. He positioned me as if I were a child, holding me firmly and then tossing me over his large thigh, leaving me dangling helplessly.
I shouted, "Stop, let me go!" knowing deep down that he would never release me.
In an instant, he yanked open the large t-shirt I was wearing, exposing my underwear to their gaze. All three of them stared at me, their eyes filled with a mix of anger, pain, lust, and even shame.
Before I could fully comprehend the situation, he struck me hard on my left butt cheek. I froze in shock, and before I could process what had just happened, he delivered another slap to my left butt cheek, and i whince in pain.
"Never, never kick me in the groin, little lamb," he growled, his voice a deep, unsettling blend of animalistic and human tones that frightened me. Strangely, his slap only ignited a confusing sense of arousal within me, while embarrassment washed over me, followed by humiliation. They treated me like a mere child, nothing more.
"Stop, I'm sorry! I wouldn't do it again," I pleaded, my pride slipping away as I shouted at the top of my lungs, and finally, he paused.
"Take her, Kravin, and bind her," he ordered his brother, who swiftly grabbed me from his arms, throwing me over his shoulder. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, he set me down in a chair. I attempted to feign pain and force out tears to elicit sympathy, but he never met my gaze. Using a seatbelt, he secured me tightly, binding my body and hands to the chair.
"At least you'll be seated now and won't cause any more trouble until we land," he remarked, his eyes flashing over to me.
"I'm going to scream; you will not—" I trailed off as, in a matter of seconds, he shoved a handkerchief into my mouth, silencing me, and then stormed off into the room I had fled from.
All I could hear after that were distant yells and groans, coming from the room; perhaps there was a dog on board.