No Control.

15

sorry for the long wait on this chapter! enjoy x

When I woke up my head was throbbing painfully behind my eyes. My dark hair felt greasy and my body was coated in sweat.

Was it all just a nightmare?

Unfortunately, when I sat up in the king sized bed it was obvious to me that this wasn't a dream. I really was kidnapped by Damon and must've had a panic attack at some point which caused me to pass out. What was still a puzzle to me was that I was dressed in someones long-sleeved white dress shirt and my black underwear.

"Fuck this," I muttered angrily, disgusted that someone had changed my clothes. I jumped up from the bed quickly but a wave of nausea hit me in the stomach, making me sit back down on the edge of the white sheets in disbelief of the whole situation.

I rested my head in my hands, the aching behind my eyelids continuing to get worse. Beside the bed was a nightstand with a glass of water on it, and it looked extremely tempting but I couldn't give in. I didn't want to risk being spiked again.

"She's in there," a deep voice spoke from outside the door, making my entire body jolt in shock before I scrambled to lay under the duvet. My heart was beating out of my chest as I listened intently as the door creaked open slowly.

Slow and heavy footsteps got louder as the man approached my inert frame. My eyes were closed shut tightly and I forced myself to breath steadily in attempt to not give myself away.

"She is still out cold. I will be back for her in an hour, until then prepare the red room for her. We must get answers out of her, one way or another," the deep voice ordered, walking away from me and towards the door again.

"On it, boss," a new person spoke.

I nearly gasped at the voice, but thankfully kept my lips sealed. I knew that voice belonged to Damon, but he had referred to the other man as 'boss'. Did that mean Damon wasn't the leader of this whole thing?

With a loud clunk and the sound of the door being locked, I took it as my cue to get back up and start making a plan. I needed to escape, but it was going to be difficult for many reasons.

Reason number one: the door was clearly locked, and looking out of the window I could tell I was at least four floors above the ground.

Reason number two: the guards, Damon, Josh and Niall were all in the building and ready to stop me from escaping. I was strong, but probably not strong enough to fight off multiple guards who were injected with the drug they called 'MPMC'.

And the final reason: I didn't have a clue how to get out of the building, and if I actually managed to get out I still wouldn't know where to go.

"For goodness sake, Briar, just wing it like you always do," I whispered to myself sternly, trying to calm the nerves I was feeling that were making my hands shake and my head to be in enormous pain.

"You got this," I told myself before standing up and searching the room for anything remotely helpful. However, there was absolutely nothing in the room apart from a singular wooden wardrobe, which after looking through I found to be completely empty.

I padded over to the door with my bare feet and pushed the door with a bit of power to check it was locked, it didn't budge. Obviously, I was going to have to get out the hard way and so I climbed up onto the bed and reach my hand up for the light bulb. I wrapped both my hands around the thick rubber wire which attached it to the ceiling and jumped my feet up off the mattress.

As expected, the whole thing ripped out of the ceiling and I landed on the soft bed with the glass bulb in my hands. The room suddenly felt even more eerie as it became much darker, indicating to me that it was either very early in the morning or very late at night.

I knew what I was about to do would be risky, seeing as the sound of glass breaking would be very loud, but I had no choice but to do it. With no other option, I hurtled the bulb onto the oak wooden floorboards.

It shattered into little pieces everywhere with an enormous crash, scattering under the bed and across the room into the furthest corners. I fearfully sucked in a breath as I waited for someone to storm through the door and probably kill me.

Nothing happened, so continued with the plan and scanned the floor until I spotted the thing I was looking for; the curly bit of metal from inside the bulb.

I reached down and picked it up, wincing at how hot it was but being careful to dodge any shards of glass. I admired it in the palm of my hand; it was the perfect size and length to pick the lock on the door, and so a proud smile graced my lips.

"Bingo," I grinned, proud of how innovative I had been. I creeped over to the door whilst being careful not to step on any glass. When I got to the door, I inserted the wire into the lock and jiggled it around in attempt to unlock it. It took a few minutes, but finally I heard the click of it unlocking and smiled widely.

"Now or never, Briar," I hyped myself up, shaking my head and taking a few deep breaths. Behind the door there could be twenty guards all prepared to bodyslam me back into the room, or it could be just an empty corridor. I hoped it would be the second option.

Cautiously I cracked the door open and peaked my eye through the gap. From what I could see there was nobody there, so I opened it some more until the gap was big enough for me to slip through. I shut it behind me quietly, grimacing at the sound it made which echoed down the corridor.

It was dimly lit by candles which were positioned singularly across the walls, and both the walls and floor were made out of cold cobblestone. There was a slight breeze brushing past my legs, making them erupt in a blanket of goosebumps. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my torso, wishing I was wearing some form of trousers.

I tiptoed across the grimy floor, constantly looking over my shoulder in paranoia. My mind was screaming at me to just turn around and jump out the window, and I was so close to giving in when I saw a door at the end of the corridor.

"Please be an exit, please be an exit," I repeated to myself whilst I hurried over to the door hoping it wasn't locked. To my luck, it wasn't locked and I swung it open to reveal a very familiar ballroom.

I swear I nearly screamed, but no sound seemed to come out. I had a million questions which I wanted answers to so badly, but there was no one to ask. How the hell did I end up back here? Why did Damon bring me here? Why didn't I realise where I was sooner?

I stumbled forward and let the door slam shut behind me, forgetting to be quiet. The room was warmly lit by a huge chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling, and a large golden fountain filled the open space. The floors were shiny marble and there were many pillars around the circular room, and at the back of the room was a grand staircase leading up to the rest of the palace.

I walked further into the room, spinning slowly and taking in the place which I has spent so much of my life in. To say I missed it would be the biggest understatement of the year. If I could go back to how my life used to be, I wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

I wondered about my parents, did they know I was here? Probably not. Did they care if I was here? Again, probably not. I was their biggest failure, they were ashamed of me. If they knew I was here they'd probably call the guards on me themselves. They probably couldn't even look at me. They probably—

"Fucking find her! Now!" someone boomed from behind me, causing me to flinch violently and dart behind a pillar. I pressed my back against it and held myself up with my hands. My bare legs were trembling and my breathing was staggered.

They knew I escaped and now I needed to get out of there. Fast.