Forever Mine

[What]

Briella

This place wasn't at all somewhere I like to be. It was too fancy and filled with people that achieved so much more than I ever could. I didn't fit here.

"Bri? are you doing alright?'' he questioned, voice laced with concern
"umm yeah yeah, I'm fine just a little overwhelmed you know'' I semi-lied, I couldn't just say 'hey I feel like shit compared to these people' now could I
"Tell me if it gets too much okay? I'm right here alright'' the sincerity in his voice made me feel safe.

An hour had passed and I was being introduced to anyone that came up to talk to him, I tried my best to not embarrass him, but also myself. A woman whose features resembled that of a super-model, soon entered all eyes turning to her. Almost like she has cast a spell on everyone. 'Awhs' and 'Wows' soon emitter from the crowd. While I froze taking in all of her features. They were perfect, all that I wished to be. The small nose. the slender yet toned figure visible from her dress. It left little to the imagination, perfectly tailored to her body. She was truly a goddess meant to be worshipped.

Soon enough everyone settled once more, the soft music was heard along with the charters of the people. I couldn't help but wonder who she was, she seemed important but placing a name on her was quite a difficult task for me.

I felt the presence of someone behind me before I was able to turn around the person's hands made their way around my torso, almost caging me in. From what I could gather they were quite a lot taller than I was. I felt their hot breath on the nape of my neck, laced with the scent of alcohol. 

They pulled me closer to their body, my back flush against their front, the voice soon spoke 
"whats a pretty doll like you doing here by yourself"

I began to panic, they're words had a certain undertone to them, slightly suggestive? I'm not sure but I didn't like it one bit. Mustering up enough confidence to speak, I started

"I'm not alone actually, and id love it if you let go of me" I spoke while shoving his- well more like attempting to shove his hand off

"Doll the more you struggle, the more fun it is for me" that same undertone once more, his words scaring me. What was he going to do? 
I began frantically looking around in hopes to spot Ryker or at least a familiar face, in the distance, I saw a brief glimpse of Jason, he seemed to recognize me.

His face was etched with confusion, probably because some strange man was holding me.
I tried my best to signal to him, my attempts seemed to just add to his confusion.