suddenly | little mix

Chapter 4

SAM CRASKE, A member of UK dance group Diversity - also known as Jade Thirlwall's beloved boyfriend - was sat in that chair, tied in ropes and looking pretty stressed.

Sam looked up from his seat after hearing his name being called. His gaze landed of his picture perfect girlfriend. He saw the chains wrapped around her slim body - the body that he loved holding and hugging so much - and immediately became angry. Why did they involve Jade into this..this problem?

"Jade!" Sam desperately screamed.

He turned his attention to David, "You can tell Graham that Jade has nothing to do with this, you son of a b-"

"Oh, we don't like fowl language here, Mr Craske," David interrupted Sam, "And Jade has a huge part of this, my dear friend."

Sam gritted his teeth and looked back at Jade, who was unnaturally shaking. He softened when he saw a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. Her beautiful, plump lips.

Suddenly, something clicked in Sam's mind. Something important and only for Jade's ears.

"David," Sam called out.

"What it is now, Mr Craske?" David replied irritated, wanting to start the fun.

"I'd like to have a word with Jade," Sam declared, "..Alone."

David thought for a moment. Graham didn't say anything about letting them talk. Even if it was Sam's last words. David smirked at his thought. Sam dead would be fantastic.

"Alright, five minutes," David agreed, "Your time starts when I leave the room."

Meanwhile, Perrie had been pulled into room P8. Struggling in the grasps of the ropes, Perrie listened to what Izzy was saying to her.

"Alright, Miss Edwards," she started, "I'd like you to do a few things for me."

"Like what?" Perrie asked, suddenly gaining confidence.

Izzy raised her eyebrows, but continued, "Like this."

She pushed a sheet of paper across the table and into Perrie's view. Perrie scanned her eyes across the paper. Murder a man? What? Steal a machine gun? Nope! Make a potion? She was not a witch!

"No way in hell am I doing this!" Perrie declared.

Izzy raised an eyebrow again, "Really?"

"Yes, really," Perrie replied, nodding towards the sheet, "This is preposterous!"

"Well, I guess we'll have to use the big guns then. Shall we?" Izzy stated.

"Wha-"

"Lights!" Izzy interrupted and lights came on.

It blinded Perrie temporarily, but when she could see again, she did not like the sight. Limp on the floor, cuts everywhere and one big bruise on their cheek was a very tattered looking..

"Zayn!" Perrie cried, "What have you done to him?"

Tears slipped down Perrie's cheeks. Her poor Zayn! She'd been looking forward to seeing him all week and here he was..dead. A sob escaped from Perrie's lips as streams of tears fell down from her eyes like a waterfall.

"Oh, calm yourself!" Izzy exclaimed, "He's not dead!"

"H-he's not?" Perrie asked, startled, "Th-then why-"

"We've used a taser on him," Izzy explained, "He should be up and walking in a few hours - should be."

Izzy pulled something out from her coat pocket. A needle? Inside was a purple liquid. One which Perrie hadn't seen before.

"If you don't do as you are told on this sheet, well, you can be saying goodbye to Zaynie Waynie now," Izzy mocked.

She rolled the needle towards Perrie and when Perrie caught sight of the name tag, she gasped. It read Do Not Drink. Poison. Kills Instantly.

She looked up at Izzy wide-eyed to be met by Izzy smiling evilly.