Trapped (smosh, pewdiepie, CutiePieMarzia, kalel cullen, and jenna marbles)

Chapter 4 || Recovery

Jenna's POV

I take a few deep breaths as everything that just happened sinks in.

As I walk away slowly from the commotion, I can hear Marzia sobbing in the corner, with Kalel and the others attepting to comfort her.

It doesnt seem to be working.

I try to take my mind off the subject; I feel bad enough as it is, being trapped in this place and all.

"Shh... Marzia, calm down, please?" I hear Kalel saying in the background. "It'll be okay, Marzia. I promise."

From what I've heard in the past, Marzia rarely gets angry, but I can hear her shouts from my corner of the room, on the opposite side.

"It won't be okay!" she yells. Her voice cracks as she starts crying again. "He's gone! They took him! I don't even know who they are!"

She buries her head into her knees.

I stand up and walk over there.

I can't stand to see her like this.

I kneel down next to her.

"Marzia," I say quietly. "Lesten to me, please."

She looks up, her face smeared with tears.

Whatever was left of her eyeliner is already halfway down her face.

"We're going to find a way to get him back," I say, looking behind me at everyone else. They all nod in silent agreement. "And we won't stop until you two are together again. I promise. Really."

Marzia wipes her tears with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

"Okay," she manages to say, her brown eyes filled with both hope and sorrow.

Felix's POV

"Agh! Let go of me!" I yell at the men. "What do you want from me!?"

They remain silent.

"Can you at least tell me where you're taking me?" I plead. "Am I  ever going to see Marzia again?"

Still nothing.

I give up on trying to get them to answer me and silently follow them.

As if I have a choice.

They suddenly come to a halt in front of a pair of large metal doors.

 "You must answer all the questions," one of them says to me. "Refusal to answer will result in severe punishment."

I roll my eyes.

"Severe punishment?" I say. "What are you gonna do? Moisturize me?"

I laugh internally at my own joke as the other guy opens the door and pushes me into the room.

It is made completely of cement, just like the other one, but this one is only big enough for one person.

"Felix Kjellberg," a robotic voice says. "Is this you?"

"Yes," I answer nervously.

Why are they doing this? Why me?

"Good," the voice replies. "State your country of origin."

"Sweden."

"Birth date?"

"October 24, 1989."

"Phone number?"

"What?" I say. "I'm not telling you-"

"PHONE. NUMER." the voice says angrily.

"Um.." I say, still trying to avoid the question. "1-800- not telling you?"

The voice goes silent and the room fills with red light.

A loud alarm screeches in my ears.

I collapse to the ground, unable to bear the horrific noise.

"Ahhh!" I scream. "Stop it! STOP IT!"

In the chaos, I turn and see one of the guards from earlier open the door.

He grabs me by the arm and drags me out of the room.

I take my hands away from my ears, oly to find blood on the left one.

"Oh my god," I say. "What did you do?"

I look up at the guard in horror.

"It sems you've blown an eardrum," he says in a way-too-informative tone. "Sorry, kid, but you're not hearing anything out of that ear anytime soon."

"W-who are you?" I stutter.

"I am unable to tell you that right now," he says. "All I can tell you is that we are trying to help you."

Okay, I've had enough of this crap.

"HELP ME?!" I scream, trying to attack the man. "You took me away from Marzia! You made me DEAF IN MY LEFT EAR! How the HELL are you helping me!?"

I catch my breath and wait for an answer, but the guard only shakes his head in reply.

"You'll thank us later," he says.

With that, he walks away, leaving me alone in the empty carpeted hallway.

I look around and don't see anyone, so I decide to wander off.

I head down the hallway, walking aimlessly, when a thought crosses my mind.

Wait a second.

I'm free.

I can go; I can save them!

I sprint the other way, in the direction that the guards dragged me here.

I reach a sudden halt when I bump into another guard, much larger and more serious-looking than the others.

He pulls me up by the collar of my shirt and looks me right in the eyes.

"Where do you think you're going?" he says with a devious grin. "The party isn't over just yet."