It was cold. Really cold.
I squinted my eyes open to find myself lying on a concrete floor. I could see a dim light shining above me. I looked to my left to see a grungy bed in the far corner. I felt something cold and heavy on my wrists, looking down I saw handcuffs.
Why am I in handcuffs?
I tried to get them off but nothing was working. Then there was a sudden creak on the door and there appeared a dark figure, shaped like a woman, dangling keys on her finger.
"Hello Mr. Styles." The figure spoke, she dangled the keys again.
"Who are you?" I asked in confusion.
"No one important." The figured smirked.
"Then why am I here?"
"Because you are."
"What do you mean?"
"Mr. Harry Styles; famous teenage heartthrob has gone missing. What do you think it means?" She chuckled.
"I don't know!" I yelled in frustration. But my frustration made her laugh.
"You really are as stupid as I thought you were. And I'm not. I won't reveal my 'master plan' to you so that you can stop me. Just know this: you aren't free Mr. Styles. You're worth a lot of money."
There was a huge slam of the door and I flinched at the loud sound. I began to tug and try to yank myself free from these cuffs but it was no use. I was stuck here; I don't know how long but for now I am. The struggling made me tired and I forced myself to give up. So, instead, I let out a strangled cry and felt tears burn my eyes. I sat up and looked around the room, not finding the 'bed' suitable for me to sleep on. I grabbed the sheets from the bed and curled up against the wall, hoping for this to all be a horrible dream.
*COMING SOON*
