Kidnapped By Andy Biersack

I'm Not O-Fucking-Kay

Ashley's POV

This was torture. Literally. Here I was, in this dark, damp basement. Chained to a chair. Yes. I am fucking chained to the goddamn chair. It doesn't help that Jake also decided to punch me, like, a lot. I know he got practically my entire stomach, and my face didn't feel like it looked too good, either. You see, torture. This was so draining. I felt like I had no energy left. At least I got food and water 3 times a day. I heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs, and prepared myself. These footsteps sounded different, though. Jake's footsteps were heavy, but these were lighter. I have been so bored down here that I have actually memorized what someone's footsteps sound like. Even I will admit that that's pathetic. I squinted in the dim light and saw Andy standing at the bottom of the stairs leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and he had a small smirk on his face. Oh great, how could this get any better? "What are you doing here?" I asked him with a small, raspy voice. "Just checking out the damage." He said as if it were a normal thing. His eyes darted everywhere I had even the smallest injurt and then they started to inspect my face. "Ouch. Looks like it hurt. You okay?" He asked with fake sympathy. "No, idiot, I'm not o-fucking-kay." I told him. Our eyes locked and he startes to come closer, never breaking eye contact. "Y'know, being your usual smart ass self isn't exactly the best choice you can make right now." He said, only a few feet away from me now. "Conisder yourself lucky," he said "because if you had hurt Amber in any way, your own mother wouldn't recognize you." "Since when did Jake care about what happened to Amber?" I asked him. He got extremely close to my face and said, "Who said Jake would be the one to do the damage?"