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The steady hum of the car and the occasional flash of light past the windows was the only evidence that time was going by. Even then, it seemed like everything was a dream.
You only noticed a few of these details before slipping back into unconsciousness. You probably wouldn't remember it all later anyways.
The man driving the car glanced at the mirror to check on you. He was afraid you'd wake up earlier than expected, and he couldn't just give you another dose of the medicine without running the risk of killing you. So he had to just hope you wouldn't wake up before you arrived at the dark room.
The man in question sighed in relief when you settled down once more. It wasn't a very long drive, but if you woke up and stayed awake, there would be trouble.
He took this time to think about how lucky he really was. He hadn't planned on kidnapping you today, but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
Someone had slipped something in your drink during the Vortex club party. It left you dazed and barely conscious, leaving you to stumble around the school in a stupor. You had run into Mr. Jefferson (literally) and begged him to drive you to the hospital. Seconds later, you were out like a light in his arms.
He had wanted you as his muse since the very first minute he laid eyes on you. You bore a stunning resemblance to Rachel in terms of your ways on how you viewed the world. Your very aura to you drew people in like a moth to a flame, and Mr. Jefferson had become one of those moths.
He loved your ability to paint and capture beauty in the most unnatural way. Your only flaw was that you saw too much good in people, and not enough bad to stay away from people like Nathan. It was how things like this happened. If he wasn't there to help you, you could be dead. Or worse. In a way, everyone won.
Everyone but you.