When the Clock Strikes Midnight

10:05 p.m

A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a while. It is currently winter break. I plan to get a minimum of one chapter out a day for both of my stories. Hopefully more. Thank you guys for reading this story. The first part of this chapter is a little out of context. Sorry for that. This is a short chapter. But it was a very sad chapter for me to write. Anyway, thanks for reading. I will probably be posting the next part tomorrow. 

I groan, pushing myself up into a sitting position while rubbing my eyes. Once my vision has refocused I look around. We are in a room. It looks like it could be a part of an attic. The floor is made out of thin green carpet, covered in gold and black specks. The walls are made out of crooked wood, with a door made out of the same wood in the wall directly across from me. All of the others are laying on the ground in a circle. Along with some of the men in black. They are sitting in random places in the circle, each of them holding what appears to be CZ 75B handguns. I feel something hanging loosely from my waist and I look down. A chain is looped around my waist that is bolted to the floor, keeping me from getting up. I look around at the others. The rest of them also have chains around their waists, which I hadn't noticed before. I look to my left and jump slightly. I hadn't noticed that one of the men in black was right beside me. He smirks, reaching out and bringing his hand to cup my cheek. I tense, trying to move away from him. The chain quickly stops me though and the men in black laugh, many of them watching intently to see what is going to happen next. The man reaches down and grabs my ankle, pulling me closer towards him. I gasp, trying to stay away from him. My hand goes back and connects with the person behind me. I grab the first part of that person that I can and use their body weight to help me move away from him without slipping. He quickly pulls me back towards him though and starts to trail his hand up my leg. I freeze, watching him move farther up my leg. I quickly force my other leg to start kicking his hand, desperately wanting him off of me. I manage to hit his fingers and he yelps, not expecting the sudden pain. He pulls away and I take the chance to move away from him and to the person beside me. He reaches out to grab my ankle again but I draw my feet to me, not wanting him near me. Amusement flashes through his eyes as he gets up. I look around the room quickly, desperately needing someone else to be awake. My eyes find Jackson, who is starting to stir but hasn't woken up yet. The man in black reaches me and kneels down beside me, using his knee to pin my legs to the ground. I start squirming, looking around again for help. The other men are still watching, one of them having gotten out their phone to start recording. I try a last ditch effort, hoping to scare him away from me.

"Does your boss know about this? What you are trying to do to me?" The man's hand freezes temporarily from trailing up my leg before moving his hand to my stomach.

"Of course not. But I simply don't care about the repercussions. Besides, it's not like you can fight back. I see why Micheal took an interest in you." The men in the group chuckle and I try to swat the man's hand away but to no avail. Suddenly a loud siren sounds and a voice comes over the intercom.

"Teddy, we have talked about this. Please remove your hands from Peach and exit the room." Everyone else has just woken up and is staring at me. The man still has his hand pressed firmly on my stomach. The person who was behind me has just hooked underneath my arms and is trying to pull me away from the guy. Teddy gets up, shooting me and the others a dirty look before exiting the room. I turn around and see Anthony, who is looking down at me with concern. I take a deep breath, smiling weakly at him before sitting up and moving closer to my chain so that it stops cutting into my stomach. My eyes find Jackson, who is staring at the door with fury in his eyes. He seems to sense me looking at him and he turns, his gaze softening as his eyes meet mine. I take another deep breath, turning towards one of the men in black as he starts talking.

"Well, welcome to the 6th challenge. We are going to have to wait to begin the game until someone else comes in here to replace Teddy. But until then, I shall explain the rules. This is going to be spin the bottle. We will place a bottle in the middle of the room, and you will all take turns spinning it. If it lands on one of you guys, you will be safe. If you spin the bottle and it lands on one of us, then we will shoot you. Does everyone understand?" He looks at me specifically and I nod quickly, looking down. He was the one who had been filming the whole thing. I hear him clear his throat and I look up, not wanting him to get mad.