12; Missing (pt3)

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y/n POV

"Where am I?" i asked, as i slowly re-adjusted my eyesight to this new setting.

A man was looking at me, staring more like. He was wearing a black hoodie and a mask, i could only see his eyes.

He hissed, "Shut up bitch. Unless you wanna get hurt."

It was sort of a slur, he was drunk.

Very very drunk.

I whimpered, i mean of course i would! 

I was bloody terrified.

I was helpless. 

Tied in a chair, and helpless.

I longed for Joe, and my friends more than ever.

But this cruel man had taken my phone, and smashed it.

I felt like i would never see any one i knew ever again.


Time had passed, and i decided to talk to my kidnapper.

"Urm, excuse me" I managed.

He whipped his head round and faced me.

"What?" He demanded.

"Well i was wondering, why am i here?"

He laughed, and then said, "To bait Joe Sugg here, of course. We have been watching you for a while now, he loves you more than anything."


I gasped. This was my worst nightmare.

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