~34~

                                    

                                          
Jasmine's POV
                          
T/w suggestions of rape is I guess what you would call it. Yeah.
                          
I woke up in a small, scary-looking room that was filled with dust and cobwebs. I saw a rat scurry into a hole in the corner, making me shudder. The only light was coming from the door, which was propped open slightly. I tried to get up to go to it. That's when I noticed the ropes, bounding me to a chair. The only thing scarier than the room I was in, was the person I was in the room with.
                          
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, trying my best to sound confident. 
                          
Noah chucked menacingly. He walked slowly toward me and rested one hand on my shoulder. I flinched.
                          
"Scared?" He whispered. I shook my head.
                          
"What d-do you want-t?" I asked. He backed up and started to pace back and forth in front of me.
                          
"Around a year ago," he started. "You broke up with me randomly for no reason." I decided against correcting him. "And basically," he paused in front of me. "I've hated you every since."
                          
"Now listen!" I yelled. "I had a good reason to break up with you. You-" I was interrupted with Noah slapping me in the face.
                          
"Watch your tongue or you'll get worse than that." He growled as I let out small whimper.
                          
"So, w-why am I here?" I stuttered.
                          
"I want you." He whispered, dragging his finger along me waist. I shuddered. He straddled me and pulled me into a rough, lustful kiss. I struggled against him, though I couldn't do much. 
                          
"ANT!!" I yelled as loudly as I could, the second I got a chance to breathe. Noah punched me in the stomach and I cried out in pain. Tears spilled from my eyes as he grabbed my neck tightly and kissed me again, slowly unbuttoning my jeans.
                          
I thought back to the advice Ant gave me for bad situations that I couldn't control. Think of happier times. Don't think of the bad thing.
                          
I recalled the the day I met Ant. The first time he kissed me. The cab ride that started our relationship. When we told the cast about us. Our first Christmas together. The first performance of Hamilton, Off-Broadway. Our six month anniversary. The trip to Florida. Figuring out that Hamilton was gonna be on Broadway. My birthday. Nala. 
                          
I thought of the most recent good event, being on a Broadway stage.
                          
Ten minutes later, Noah left me alone, tears still steaming down my face and my clothes scattered on the floor around me.
                          
"Hurry Ant." I whispered. "I need you."
                          
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Anthony's POV
                          
 "YOU KNOW JAS HAS BEEN OUT FOR A WHILE!" I yelled to Les over the music. "I'M GONNA GO CHECK ON HER!!"
                          
"I'LL GO WITH YOU!" He yelled back. We set down our beers and walked out of the building.
                          
Outside there was no sign of Jas.
                          
"I'll call her." I said, sounding much calmer than I actually was.
                          
As I called her, I heard a phone ring next to me. Les picked up Jas's purse, which was laying on the ground in front of an alley.