Shawn Mendes Imagines

Kidnapped (Part 4)

Warning
Mature themes
Your POV

A while before

"You know you are a frisky one," He said, with a evil grin. I cringed, disgusted at his words.

"You know you are a disgusting one," I snapped. Then I felt a sting against my cheek and my head flipped to the side.

"You need to start watching your mouth, remember I have a gun,"

"You need to remember as soon as I get out of these chains I'm going to tie them around your neck!" I fired. Basically I was trying to die. More like get under his skin and show no fear. Though I was terrified, my fear gives him power. And he is no ruler in my book. I was strapped and chained to a table. My legs apart and my arms above my head. Oh and this bastard ripped my shirt off. So I was in a bra. How pleasant. He walked over, taking over his leather jacket and tossing it onto the floor. He walked up to the table side. I slightly gulped. He traced a finger from my short line up my stomach to my bra. Goosebumps grew on my skin. I was silent.

"You know I have power over you Y/N," He said "You better hope that boy has 10,000. Or I am going to have a lot more fun with you." I clenched my jaw, restraining myself from saying things I will regret. I can't let him get under my skin. I have to stay strong. "Do I scare you Y/N," Silent. Don't snap. "I promise I would do better to you than your little boytoy," I think all of my cares for my safety went out the window after that.

"And I will promise you no one would like a perverted prick. And my 'boytoy' is more of a man than you will ever be!"

That's when a loud crash rang throughout the empty warehouse.

Shawn POV

I kicked in the window of the lounge and ran. Aaron following behind me. The sight I found wasn't the one I wanted.

4 guys.

One girl.

My girl.

Before I could take any look at what was in front of me, shots fired and the smell of blood haunted me.
A/N

*que all the wtf's*

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