(Mia’s Point of View)
My eyelids flutter open, a wave of cold air hitting me instantly. “What the hell-”
“Wrong place, wrong time, huh?”
I turn to face the source of the voice. A man, his scruffy face somehow familiar, stares down at me with those beady brown eyes of his. It makes me want to punch him even more, just to get that ugly look off his face. “You won’t get away with this,” I spit.
He lets out a blood chilling laugh, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he leans in closer to me. It’s then that I realize my legs and wrists have been bound, a thick black rope twisted around my torso keeping me locked down in a chair bolted to the ground. Definitely not gonna be an easy escape, that’s for sure.
His lips curl into a cocky smile, his fingers running through his sweaty brown locks.“Seems as if I already have, babe.”
My body jolts forward, a burst of adrenaline shooting up my veins. I wouldn’t be able to get my hands off of him had my body not been bound to this stupid fucking chair. He laughs harder. “Woah now, don’t get your panties in a tangle just yet. We wouldn’t wanna do something that will get us killed, now would we?” He pauses. “Oh wait, seems as if you’ve already done that. My bad.”
The rope tears at my skin, blood beginning to spill down my chest as I struggle to break free. Sweat flows down my forehead as my body grows extremely weak, the tears falling easily. They’re gonna kill me. They’re gonna fucking kill me.
The man steps forward, his face now fully visible in the dim lighting. His features are undeniably familiar, and it suddenly hits me. The easy slope of his nose. The strong cut of his jaw. The thick, dark eyebrows over those beautiful brown eyes. He’s an almost exact replica of Justin. I blink hard, his face never changing. I have to be dreaming. This is a nightmare. It has to be.
His fingers trace the edge of a bloodied blade, the crooked smile growing wider as he continues to admire it. “I’d hate to tell him that I used this on such a pretty face. It’s a shame, really.”
I can feel the cuffs slice through the skin on my wrists as I continue to struggle, the pain unbearable now. Shit. Shit. Shit. He steps closer, the edge of the blade now only inches away from my neck. Closer. Closer. The thick metal is cold against my bare skin. He presses harder. The blade tears through a thin layer of skin, an instant pain raging through my body. A single drop of blood splashes down, landing messily on the fabric of my jeans. I’m gonna be sick.
“Please... I’ll do anything. Money, whatever you want.” I’m full blown sobbing now, every memory I’ve ever had running through my brain like sports highlights, my life literally flashing by. I picture my mom. My beautiful mom, her long brown hair the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. It matched her olive skin tone and deep hazel eyes perfectly. I picture Julie and I in the second grade eating popsicles and watching Spongebob on the only TV I had in my house. The stupidest things seem like paradise right now, and I crave them more than anything. The tears feel hot against my cheeks, my entire body beginning to shake and fill with a newfound emptiness. I’m about to die. The blade goes deeper. I’m choking, the remaining air pouring out of my lungs in seconds. I can feel my head getting heavy, my pulse slowing. Blood continues to drip, my body numb to the blade now. There’s no point in trying anymore. I’m already dead where I sit.
“Just... do it.” I choke.
His eyes flicker in amusement, us now so close I can feel the quick pace of his heart beat. “What was that?”
“DO IT!” I scream, my eyes on fire as more and more tears continue to flow down my cheeks. I’m shaking like a scared and pathetic animal. I am pathetic. I’ve always been pathetic.
His laughter bounces off all four walls, the knife pressing harder. I’m too choked up to make a single sound anymore, my lungs in desperate need for air. “As you wish, babe.”
(Justin’s Point of View)
“Where is she?!” I scream, my pulse exploding in speed. Anger takes over me, my body unable to break free from the restraints as I continue to flail around in my chair, each movement sending pain ripping through my arms. Blood pools the floor below me.
“I’m gonna fucking kill all you! Come on bro, come fucking kill me already. Just let her go! She didn’t do anything!” My throat is on fire now, hot tears burning at my eyes as they struggle to stay open. I’m shaking violently, my emotions impossible to hide away.
Alex steps closer, gun in hand, and leans down only inches away from where I sit. His hand steadies itself between my eyes, the barrel pressing itself against my skin. Alex’s finger curls around the trigger. “I’d suggest you keep your goddamn mouth shut pretty boy.”
I thrust harder, the rope tearing deep into my skin. The pain is overwhelming, my teeth clamping together in an attempt to fight it off. It’s nearly impossible at this point. “Please, let her go. You can do whatever the fuck you want to me. Just let her go.”
A smile paints itself across Alex’s fat ugly face, his head shaking from side to side. “I guess you didn’t get the newsflash.”
Waiting for my reaction, he continues, his laughter like nails on chalkboard.
“She’s already dead.”
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Identity (Justin Bieber Fanfic)
FanfictionA Believe concert turned kidnapping turns Justin Bieber's once picture perfect life into a race for survival. It may even cost him his identity.
