Uh ohh. I really don't see why tonight could've just been simple! I tutor Louis for a bit then leave! Yeah, that would have been nice.
Zayn smirks as Harry caresses my cheek, but I pull away in disgust. That only makes things worse, since my action angers Harry into sending a hard punch to my jaw.
Before I can fall to the ground, he grabs my collar and slams my back against the wall. Punches and slaps are thrown across my face, until soon it becomes numb.
Zayn joins in, kicking my legs but holding my shoulders to stop me from collapsing. I stay silent with no expression during all of this commotion, which I think makes everyone quite bemused and more angry. Louis shrugs his shoulders as he talks to Liam and pulls my hair, dragging me to the kitchen. I am flung into one of the chairs, forced to stay sat down with Harry's sturdy grip on my shoulders.
Louis returns with some rope and a cloth, causing me to raise an eyebrow in suspicion. He ties the rope around my torso, so my arms are held at their sides. No matter how much I struggle, the knots remain secure. Eventually, I give up, watching as Louis grabs a bottle of chemicals from the worktop. Still unable to move, I stare as Louis pours some of the contents onto the cloth, to bring over to me. I can smell the fumes straight away, so I suck in a gulp of air to prevent myself from breathing in the nasty substance.
Since I still haven't fell unconscious yet - though a light-headed feeling has washed over me - Harry starts to become quite impatient and punches me in the stomach. I gasp for air before I can stop myself, by then then, I'm too late. Darkness clouds my vision, and my sense of vanishes with my fatigue.
Ow! My head hurts so much! Where am I? My eyes flutter open, observing my surroundings. I'm quite certain this isn't mine or Louis' house. I look around what seems to be either a basement, or an abandoned room.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Somebody says, hiding in the shadows. I go to move my hands, but I can't. They are tied down; I look up and see the rope attached to my arms hooked to a wall. Great!
I only just notice now that I am sat on the hard ground, in close to darkness, and I'm not alone...
"Who's there?" I ask, surprised my voice didn't waver, despite the raspy tone of grogginess.
"Guess." the person says. I can almost see their smirk.
"Hm, I wonder who would bring me somewhere like this? Certainly not the lads at school who think they are hardcore, but clearly not.." I trail off.
"Stop being clever, and get up. Now." the person orders, yet I smirk. It is quite obvious I am annoying them, especially Zayn, by the tone of his voice.
"Why? I can't see you, meaning you might be a figment of my imagination!" I say, realising how clever I am. Thought of the figment thing on the spot and all!
"Get up so I can prove I'm not a figment of your imagination!" Zayn demands, I can tell who he is by the accent.
"Nah." I refuse, quietly untangling my hands from the ropes. Soon enough, my hands slip out with ease, as I obey Zayn. Once I'm standing, I hear footsteps approach. They don't frighten me.
In which succession I dash from my place. Luckily, I find a box to crouch behind, and watched as Niall turns the lights on. I have to restrain my laugh as I witness the reaction on the boys' faces.
"I know where you are. I can see you." Harry says in a dull tone, as I mentally slap myself. He heads towards the box, but I waste no time in leaping away. I dodge Harry, and see a set of stairs. So this is a basment!
My body starts to ache terribly as I get closer to the stairs, and I have to force my legs from giving in. I wonder why I feel so weak?
"You can't get away. Soon enough we will have to hold you, since I gave you some paralysing tablets after you feel asleep. Not so smart now, are we? Now we can have as much fun as we want, and you can't stop us!" Louis blabbers, as I struggle to stay standing. At long last, I reach the staircase, having to hold tightly onto the railings.
A sudden burst of adrenaline courses through my body, and I sprint up the stairs. I hear the boys shout in confusion and anger, but I ignore them. The light from what seems like a spare room almost blinds me, but I keep running. I can see a door at the end of a hallway, so I head down there.
I try the front door with glee, only to scream in frustration. It's locked! I hear the boys behind me, all laughing in victory. Someone grabs my waist, pulling me into their chest. My attempt to escape fails, as the person grips tighter. When we turn around and head to the living room, I realise Zayn was carrying me. He sits down on the couch, and forces me to straddle him. Ew! I try as hard as I can to get away, but my adrenaline starts to wear off. The feeling of weakness returns; Zayn notices and holds me so I don't fall.
Darkness envelopes me, as I hear the sound of accomplishment come from the boys.
What are they going to do to me?
