You said you were only going out.

Alec wasn't that worried, then. He got a little worried as time passed by and you weren't back yet. Anxiously he kept glancing at the clock. It was nearly 8. Where were you?

When you weren't answering his texts and calls, which you usually wouldn't, atleast not as excessively as this, he started to get really worried, and a little panicky. He fidgeted nervously, and by the time the clock ticked 10 he couldn't take it anymore and stood up. He looked down at his phone: 1 message. From you. He froze instantly. When he opened it, it turned out to be a photograph, which depicted you strapped to a chair in what looked like some kind of dingy basement or something. Alec thought he'd have a heart attack from the shock he got.

Thank god he was a cop. He tracked your phone signal, and found your location. Immediately, of course, he called the police, and then proceeded to get over there himself.

You turned your head languidly, blood trickling down your top lip from your nose as your brows furrowed. You could already feel a few bruises forming, and your wrists were aching from the rope that tied them together.

It seemed like everything was getting woozy, you blinked lazily, and suddenly heard the door being thrown open. A bunch of shouting, but then.. someone was at your side, pulling at the ropes behind your back, taking off the tape from your mouth. "I'll get you out of here, you're all right, I'm here, it's okay," Alec breathed anxiously next to you, trying to desperately reassure you. You couldn't stay awake any longer than that. Everything turned black.

You woke up to vibrant, fluorescent lighting. You groaned and squinted. You could feel you were on a bed and your head was pounding. "You're awake." Mumbled someone next to you. You turned your head to find out it was Alec. He looked tired, like he hasn't had a wink of sleep.

"How do you feel?" He asked, leaning forward from the chair next to you, gently taking your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles.