The Wrong Kind Of Love.

The Wrong Thing.

Kellin.

The next time I woke up I was no longer in the boot. I was in a small room, no windows and one door with no handle. The only furniture in the room was a single bed, made up of just a mattress on the floor. My head felt heavy as I stumbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it. There was a loud click followed by the heavy sounding door swinging open.
"My sleepy Kellin..." Oli cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed. I hazily moved away from him.
"No need to be like that" he growled.
"Where am I?" I asked shakily. He laughed and turned away.
"Wouldn't you like that." I had to think fast, I couldn't let him leave me here again.
"Oli..." I whispered, "I want you." He stopped and looked at me, head tilted. "Well it's kinda hot isn't it? All locked up in secret...just you and me..." His gaze ran over my body hungrily. It made me sick. He walked towards me. "Let me take control." I smiled, he nodded and took his place on the bed. I stripped the pillow case and demanded he show me his wrists. I bound them together with the pillow case he smiled up at me as I rolled him on his front. Then jumped up and made a dash for the door. He wiggled and yelled trying to break free and get up.
"Let me go!" He screamed. Before closing the door behind me I turned and smirked.
"Wouldn't you like that." Then the door clicked behind me, muting his screams.
I was in a cold and dark hallway. There were three doors on each wall and one in front of me. I walked forwards, stumbling in the darkness. I just kept walking my head pounding, heart beating hard, fear and sickness drowning out all sound around me. I pulled the door open and was blinded by the bright light of the world. I fell to my knees and crawled forward eyes closed. All I could hear was white noise and buzzing until the sound that came from nowhere.
BEEP
SCREECH
CRASH