A twisted little adventure...

---Adena's POV---
"Adena Little" the principles high, stern voice called out, dragging me out of my own little world and back down to earth, back in this dingy old room. She's still waiting for an answer, but what am I meant to say? No answer would satisfy her. I just stared blankly down at my long legs, the harsh fluorescent lighting making them appear so pale that every single vein stood out, snakes on a clear white plane.
"Adena!" she repeated, her voice growing louder and sterner. How does she survive in this pathetic little room? How can she stomach the oh-so-important alphabetical filing system, and the ever-changing plastic flower arrangement? How does she deal with the only window in the room looking out to a beautiful view of the brick wall of the next building? How can she stand herself?
"Do you honestly have nothing to say for yourself?" she questioned, coldly. I raise my head and stare into her ice blue eyes. Of course she has no problem with herself. People like her are what society expects. They have no problems fitting in to this world. They act exactly how they are expected too. She probably doesn't even know what spontaneous means. She's convinced she has an answer to everything- just fit in and follow the rules. It's funny really how nothing in this world is as simple as that, but she will always remain the queen of that little philosophy.
"I'm honestly very concerned about you, Adena." Haha. Of course. Concerned. There's no such thing as concern in a holding pen like my school. A sea of people all forced in to the same uniform, expected to play by all the same rules. Where we are seen in the easiest terms and the simplest definitions, where it doesn't matter who you are or what you want to be. All that matters is a grade or a test score. You are categorised by your ability to analyse poetry and calculate the angles of a triangle. You could be as horribly depressed or as overly giddy as anyone can possibly be and they still wouldn't give two shits just as long as your grades remained the same. They only cared if you did one of two things- die, or break their petty rules. And I, as always, had broken the rules. I got a tattoo. Just a small tattoo that meant everything to me- the words 'awake & unafraid' in beautiful small italics on my left wrist. It was beautiful to me, but was seen as some sort of cry for help by this superficial school.
"Do you have nothing to say?" I stared her right in the face.
"Yeah, I do, actually." I stated flatly. Her face light up, that being the first thing I had said in about half an hour, she was probably thinking she was finally getting somewhere.
"fuck you." I said completely dead-pan. I watched her face fall, stunned silent at my unexpected words, before strutting out the door.
"ADENA LITTLE!" I heard her yell as I began to run down the stairs. "ADENA LITTLE YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"
There was absolutely no way I was going back to her, or back to this wretched school ever again in my fucking life. Fuck exams, fuck the future, fuck everything. All I needed was music. I turned the corner of the almost deserted street, my headphones blaring the familiar sounds of The Reflecting God by Marilyn Manson. Hardly anyone was out this time on a week day- Detention and then my 'little chat' with Mrs Smith had lasted way longer than expected and it was almost 8 O'clock. I lived alone, so there was no one to make me go to school. Fuck, come to think of it, why didn't I just give it up years ago. No one to give me shit about the fact my surnames 'Little' and yet I'm the tallest girl in the school at just over 6ft, no one to peer at my scars, and judge me because I like to wear black and don't have a thigh gap. I can finally be alone to embrace all my quirks.
Then suddenly-
Fuck!
A tall, slim man jumped out in front of me; fuck fuck fuck I should've been paying more attention to the real world. My mind was a whir of thoughts and questions. Where the fuck did he pop out from? Who is he? What does he want? Fuck all of that- RUN! I turned around to run but was met with another man, a smile, much too happy for this situation, on his face. A low, hoarse laugh emitted from the first one.
"There's not going to be any getting away." he laughed, his face plastered with a smug smirk. "What do you want from me?" I asked, I was trying to be strong, but my voice came out barely above a squeak, "take my phone, take my money, take anything, just please don't hurt me?" I begged, holding my wallet out to him.
"I don't want any of that, kitten, I just want you." Suddenly I was pushed up against the wall beside me. I struggled against him for a few seconds, my eyes getting heavy before my world turned black.
They had used chloroform.
Oldest trick in the book.
Motherfuckers.

---Roxy's POV---

When you put into consideration the fact that the nights only just started, the amount of alcohol in my system seems a little outrageous. I had lost count after 3 jäger bombs, 4 tequila shots and a bloody Mary after that I kind of forgot how to count completely and gave up trying to keep a tally.
Most people think I'm throwing my life away by partying every night, but really I'm the only one living! So what if I like to get drunk and sleep around, I'm always having fun and living on the edge! I love to live like this. Living fast, fucking fast, driving fast, dancing fast.
"Drive faster." I ordered the man next to me, in my most seductive voice. I had pulled the hottest guy in the club and couldn't wait to get him home with me. I think he said his name was Ashley, but I wasn't really concentrating on his words, I was too busy thinking about how much i'd love to get my fists in his gorgeous long hair and snog his face off.
"Someones eager." he chuckled, turning to me, making me realise I had been staring, probably wide eyed, at him the entire journey. I turned away from him, hoping he hadn't noticed, as the last thing I wanted to do was creep him out. So I looked out of the front window at the dark forest unfolding around us. Hold up. Dark forest? I lived in the middle of the city! He said he was driving me to my apartment. What the fuck was going on?
"uh.. Where are we going?" I asked, worriedly. I had hooked up with hundreds of guys before, and nothing bad had ever happened to me, making me think nothing ever would. I had ignored all those stories like this, thinking they were fiction, but oh no. This was all too real. I had flirted with an absolute fucking creep.
"Somewhere special." he leered " somewhere where I can keep you."
"what?" I squeaked panic rushing over me like a tidal wave. He may be hot but he's a fucking creep.
"Don't struggle baby. Haven't you noticed?" he laughed. Creep. Perv. Rapist.
"Noticed what?" was all I could bring myself to say.
"You're tied in to that chair." he grinned. I looked around me, panic stricken, fuck, fuck, he was right. I tried to struggle free desperately. But my ankles and wrists were shackled in. He must have done them up when I wasn't concentrating. Shit. Remind me never to get drunk ever again...

Notes

The outfits they were wearing- http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=4022462
HEY everyone! I really hope you enjoy this, eeeee. *squeaks In excitement* there's no cover image or character images because my computer is broken and it doesn't let you upload files from the first iPad :( but oh well! I like to encourage people imagining characters however they want!