Chapter 4 - Alissa's POV

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When I woke up I found out that I was still in that dreadful room. I turned my head, the pain in my neck had gotten better, but still hurt a bit. On the bedside table there was a clock showing that it was 4 am. I sighed loudly, pulling the covers of me and stepping out of bed. I was never going to get back to sleep anyway so I may as well just get up. I shuffled towards the door, poking my head out to find a dark hallway. The doors to the three boys' rooms were all closed, and I heard loud snoring. I quickly ran down the hallway, my feet making padding noises as they hit the ground. I didn't know what I was doing, but I just couldn't go back to the room, it would be no use in trying to get anymore sleep.

I quickly found the kitchen, smiling to myself. I realized I was thirsty and I went to one of the cupboards pulling the door open an grabbing a cup from the shelf. I decided on not having water, so I opened the large fridge, searching for orange juice. I couldn't find any but just when I was about to give up, something red caught my eye, it sat at the back of the fridge, in a tub. I moved the objects that nearly hid it completely from my sight, out of the way. The second I saw it my hand let go of the glass and it came falling down, hitting the marble floor with a loud smash. I fell to my knees, luckily not kneeling on any glass.

My hands traveled to my mouth as I let out a huge sob. I just stared at the large tub of red liquid. Is this how I'm going to die? All those poor people they have kept here. All those poor people who were taken from the world..by..by monsters. I slid back until my back hit the bottom of the counter. I cried for what felt like hours, but when I looked up I only noticed it was 4:07am. I shakily stood up shutting the fridge door, I needed to get out of here. I left the kitchen walking back into the foyer of the large apartment. I quickly ran to the wooden door that I presumed was the front door. When I pulled the handle, it opened and a large smile spread across my face. I sprinted out  and down the long corridor towards the lift that sat at the end of the hallway. Lifts were not my favorite thing ever but in this case I loved it with all my heart.   

I quickly got to the lift and pressed the button. I looked behind me waiting for the doors to open. None of those three boys where following me. Thank god, who is the loser now? I thought smirking. Just then I heard the ding that signaled the lift was here. The doors opened and I sprinted inside, but was abruptly stopped when I hit something hard. I looked up and my eyes bulged out of their sockets.

Standing in the lift where five boys. Two of them I distinctly remember. Louis and Liam.

Two arms grabbed me when I tried to turn around and run out. Both doors closed, leaving me trapped in this small place with my kidnappers.

I looked up, seeing that Louis was the one holding me. His eyes were not red, but a bright crystal blue. He had a smirk plastered on his face, all the other boys faces mirrored his.

"Well, Well, Well," Louis laughed evilly, "What are we going to do with you?" I struggled against his gripped hoping to free myself from his painful grasp. 

"We heard the cup smash, love," He laughed, "Need to be more quiet next time." He sent me a wink, which made my stomach churn. Disgusting! Louis' laughed echoed through the small space again.

"You know." My eyes snapped towards the curly haired boy behind Louis, "We could just end yo-"

"Harry! no" I recognized the voice as Liams, "Don't scare her!"

Harry's face still held that aggravating smirk.

"Right well, we better be getting back, shouldn't we?" Louis said his eyes still not leaving my face. Before I could ask anything I was hoisted up, and thrown over Louis' shoulder. I screamed and thrashed about hoping to hurt him in some way, but nothing affected him and I was surprised, I throw good punches for a girl!  In a second everybody was stood outside the door to their apartment. How did they get here so fast? What the f*ck!? Last time I check we where heading down in the lift, and this place was 8 stories high apparently!?

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