Kidnapped by zayn

Chapter 10

A/N so what do you guys think?

Niall was like her bestfriend :(

She was in love with Harry ):

They were like her freakin brothers )':

Awh & they just turned her over, what douche bags.

Dont hate me for it. (:

Anyways ive got a couple inbox's about writing from one of the boys point of view, So i will in this chapter. (:

Now go read You peasants(;

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I wake up in a cold , dark, cemented room. Much similar to the one i woke up only 2 1/2 weeks ago.

Oh how i wish it was the same one, i'd do anything to be getting kidnapped by Zayn again. To be scared, and see harry and niall come in to rescue me.

To become the boys 'sister' , have spaghetti fights, watch football with them, sing songs around the house, have wrestling matches with them again.

But they dont love me like i loved them, they dont care about me like i thought they did. How could i be so silly to not see that it was all just a game?

And to think i was starting to fall for harry..

I wont to go home now, back to Lily in our dorm. I wont lily back more than anything. She probably thinks im dead by now and has replaced me..

I look around for a door, an escape. But theres not a single glimpse of light.

Suddenly theres a huge , eery, creaking sound. I look up to see a door opening, and my new kidnapper James, behind it.

"Well goodmorning my pretty lady" he smirks

I dont move, or say a word. I just stand there staring at him, my heart aches.

"Boys bring her up to the livingroom why dont you?" James says to no one specifically, and throw hands in his pockets, before turning on his heel and walking away.

Thats when i see who the 'boys' are. Two large men out of each corner of the dark room appear and grab each of my arms, dragging me across the floor.

I dont even try to resist, i know its no use. Im to weak. And each of them are 3 times the size of me.

They drag me up 3 flights of stairs, and through long dark hallways. This place cant be a house, more like a huge, dark building of some kind.

That scares me even more.

They stop in front of a large door. They reach out to open it, once they do, im thrown inside and they shut the doors back behind them.

For a livingroom, its dark as hell. I cant see anything and by the feels of the floor, its wooden, a cold wooden floor at that.

A light flicks on across the long room and i look up to see James sitting at a desk smoking a cigar.

"Welcome to my Den princess, why dont you take a seat, stay awhile" he winks.

I feel my heart colden at the name princess.

"Dont fucking call me that" i suddendly snap out at him.

He looks as if my words have taken him aback. But that look has turned into amusement.

"Oh really now princess? That game, huh? Well you'll learn" he stands from his desk, grabbing something from the drawer and slowly walking over to me.

He takes slow long steps , still holding the object behind his back. He looks down at me and shakes his head.

"Its a shame i have to do this my dear, but you have to learn a lesson" he laughs.

Thats when he reveals the object as a leather whip.

My heart drops, oh.my.god.

I want to go home more than anything now.

I begin to cry as i pray to Jesus for my life.

The whip slashes down and hits my back, i cry out in pain as it makes contact with the skin. It stings terribly.

"Dont scream" he spits, throwing the whip down onto my back again.

I grit my teeth and try not to scream, but letting the tears flow from my eyes i lay in the floor, feeling the blood trickle down my back.

He laughs and slowly turns to walk back to his desk.

"Your my slave now darling, dont you ever forget it" he says in a low, deep voice.

"Yes sir" i mumble to him.

He dismisses me to my new 'room' where the same two men as before carry me down long hallways once again.

They bring me to a small door, which reveals my so called room.

Its like a jail cell, except without the bars. Theres a small matress in the corner of the room, a few books on the shelf beside it, a sink, and the floor is cement.

Much out of my comfort zone compared to the room at the boys house.

They throw me in and lock the door behind them, i walk over to the small matress and plump down. I might as well get comfy.

If im really james slave now, then theres no escaping. This is my new home for the rest of my fucking life.

I lay on the matress, staring at the ceiling for what feels like forever.

I remember when One Direction was my favorite band, my idols. Then i was kidnapped by them which became my best dream ever.

But i soon found that One Direction are dicks. And have no hearts.

My mom must be worried fucking sick about me right now, im sure they all think im dead by now and have given up looking for me.

I decide to read one of the books on the shelf. 'Mockingbird' it reads.

Im on page 126 of the wonderful book when i hear shouting out in the hall. I close my book and sit up.

The shouts are distant, but loud.

Gun fire goes off.

Uh oh.

My heart pounds as i scoot into the corner of my 'cell'.

Right now im glad theres a wall instead of bars, because i do not want to see whats happening on the other side.

The walls start to rumble, just the way they did only yesterday at the boys house.

I know better now to think that its an earthquake.

A bomb maybe?

The walls rumble more and the books fly from the shelf, a few hitting me in the head.

I hear more shouts and screams and then i feel Heat, i mean major heat waves through the door.

A fire.

The place is on fire.

And im locked in this room.