Kidnapped by the hot beast

Ashley P.O.V

My eyes opened slowly.

"Where am I?", I whispered to myself tilting my head, my eyes half closed. I felt dizzy. I saw a lot of tubes attached to my hand.

Everything was blurry and it took time to adjust my vision.

I frowned in confusion.

"You're awake", came a dry raspy voice.

I saw Ian sitting on the side chair of my bed. His eyes red and puffy, his hair messy like he hadn't slept for days.

I blinked.

Yes, I remember now!

He was on top of me, his hands around my throat. H-he was kissing me. I couldn't remember what happened next.

Did I pass out?

My eyes widened.

This is exactly what must had happened!

Curiosity killed the cat. I was curious to find out where it would lead. What were his limits. And this is what I got. It was stupid.

Well, at least he didn't kill me.

But he could have. My breathing hitched at the thought.

I raised my hand and tried to get rid of the tubes but he held my wrist.

"Don't", he said. His eyes were unusually cold and empty "You need treatment"

"W-What happened?", I wanted to confirm.

I saw a flash of guilt in his eyes that was again masked by his impassive demeanour.