Kidnapped By Andy Biersack

Familiarization

Amber's POV

Here I am again. Sitting on this familiar bed, in this familiar room, in this somewhat familiar house. Only two things were missing, one of which I wanted to stay forgotten about. The familiar blue eyed man everyone calls Andy, and the familiar ropes that come with the familiar feeling of my skin being rubbed raw. I hoped those stupid ropes stayed wherever they were. So many familiar things, that usually would want to be forgotten about in my situation. Key word here, usually. Some people don't want to forget it. Some people want to stay with the person that took them away from everything. From everyone and everything they loved. I promised myself that I wouldn't become one of those people, but it might be too late. In the time I have been held hostage, I have had more adventure then I had in all of my 18 years of living. To be honest, being here wasn't so bad. I was actually having fun being here. I never wanted brothers, or any siblings at all for that matter, but being confined to a house full of grown men who act like children was fun. But that's what terrified me most. The fact that I was starting to actually like this could only mean one thing, the oh so great Stockholm Syndrome. It's not like it was uncommon, it was just something that absolutely no one thought they would develop. I was aware that I was slipping out of the grasp of reality, but there wasn't much I could do to stop it. All I could do was sit back, and watch it happen to myself. Footsteps pulled me out of my deep thought, and they sounded like they were coming upwards, like someone was just walking up from underneath the ground. The footsteps kept coming closer, and stopped once my door knob started to turn. Andy walked in and sat on the bed with me, crossing his legs. I started to really take in his features. He had pretty defined cheekbones, and a straight jaw line. He had big, beautiful blue eyes that anyone coyld drown in. His hair was jet black and seemed effortlessly perfect. He ran his hand through his hair, he does that a lot. He was undeniably handsome, no doubt about that, but something else made him ten times more attractive. I just couldnt put my finger on it. "So, I'm going to trust you here, and not tie you up. You know who you'll have to deal with if you try to escape." He spoke. His voice was deep and gravelly, but smooth at the same time. He had a nice voice. "Why would I want to escape?" I said before my mind could stop me. Andy looked a bit shocked at my words, and I most likely had the same look. It was a question with a simple yet complicated answer, I don't want to escape.