Pentatonix One Shots/Imagines/Preferences

Kidnapped ~ Pentatonix

Big thank you to @Jazznat99 for the idea of an "abandoned shack", it definitely sparked my non-existent motivation to write. This one is also a bit longer and TW for blood, torture and kidnapping (yes torture, I got a bit carried away).

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SLAM!

Scott's head snapped up at the noise. Wincing at the pain in his neck, he glanced around to see Mitch, Kevin and Avi lying on the ground beside him. 

"Kirst?"

His eyes adjusted further to the dark and examining their surroundings, concluded that Kirstie was, in fact, not there. He scooted closer to his fellow band members and nudged them each. A groan from his left caused him to turn. 

"Kirstie? Is that you."

"No."

You sat up, pain all over. You'd spent the past six years here and attempted escape many times, however you'd had no luck and the scars were all you had to show for your efforts.

"I'm Y/N. Who are you?"

Scott gave you a once over. Covered in dirt caked clothing proved that you had been here a while.

"Scott. How long have you been here?"

"Um, I don't know. What year is it?"

"2017."

"Woah, really? It's been that long?" Scott scooted closer, his eyebrows furrowed. "Six years." You whispered.

"You've been here for six years?!" You jumped as a man with short brown hair and tanned skin jumped at you. You shied away and nodded. Before anyone else could say anything, the one light in the room shut off. You whimpered in fear, knowing what this meant. The man called it an "initiation" and few ever passed. The sound of a body being dragged out of the cell filled your ears.

"Who is that? Let me go! OW!"

A loud smack sounded out and whoever was resisting went quiet. There were few sounds as the man took the rest out, but left you alone. When the light came back on, four men had their hands tied above their heads with the rope keeping them bound attached to hooks driven into the ceiling. You flinched at all the sharp tools laid out on a table a few feet away. The man splashed a bucket of cold water on each member in turn. One of them, a fair skinned guy with long hair and a beard, blinked and looked around, his eyes landing on you. You put a finger to your lips and he gave a small nod. The man walked over to the cage you were in and wacked the bars with a crowbar causing you to jump back from where you were kneeling.

"Good girl." 

His dark brown eyes gleamed with evil and a grin spread across his face.

"Where's Kirstie? She was with us before all this! If you hurt her, I swear -" The man who'd yelled at you before screamed as the man hit him across the back with the crowbar. A grimace took over your features as he proceeded to hit every member a few times each. They all let out a cry expect for the man you'd caught eye contact with. He bit his lip and flinched, but no sound escaped. There was hope for him. After numerous blows and cuts, Scott had managed to catch on and stayed quiet, but the other two kept screaming. 

The man hummed. "It's a shame. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to use you." He brushed a hand along the dark man's jaw then knocked them all out again, including you, using a needle filled with an unknown substance. 

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When you woke up, Scott and the man with the beard were beside you, all of you tied to chairs in a line where the previous torture had taken place. You looked down to see blood had stained the ground. A shaky breath was released as you looked around. He had never done this before. The man usually put whoever stayed quiet in the cell with you and after a day or so took them out and you never saw them again. You, for some reason, were always safe. Until now.

"Ah, you're all awake. Perfect. I was dreading using the water technique on you, baby." He dragged a hand threw your hair, chuckling when you flinched. He let out a sigh. "Unfortunately, I do still have to punish you."

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. Did he know? Of course he did. He always knew. "I found a certain ... item in your cell." He held up the long, sharp rock you had been shaping in yet another attempt at escape. "But before I do that," he dropped your chin, which he had been holding in his other hand, causing you to let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, and turned to the two men beside you. "I have to let you two in on a little secret."

The door on the other side of the building opened and in stepped a short woman with long curly hair walked in. Her heel clicked on the ground making you shrink with each step. The intimidation from her was almost overpowering. She placed a hand on your shoulder and let it slide off as she walked around you three and stepped in front of you. 

"Kirstie? What the hell is going on? Where are Mitch and Kevin? Is-"

"They're alive." She smirked. Had you not been in this situation, you would have admired her confidence. Her eyes shot over to you and you could have sworn she had a look of sympathy in her eyes.

"Now. I trust you to take care of your boys and I will take care of my sneaky baby here." The man used a knife to cut a small slice in your cheek. You bit your lip and closed your eyes tightly to avoid making any noise. Kirstie knocked the boys out with the substance and dragged them through the door she had come through.

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After a half hour of pain, you had passed out, waking up still tied to the chair, but in a different room. You glanced around warily and nearly jumped out of your skin when warm hands grabbed your wrists and cut away the ropes that had bound you so tightly. You left your hands hanging by your side in case this was some sort of new test, but brought them to your lap when you saw Scott in front of you, cutting the ropes around your ankles. Just as you were about to stand up, Kirstie walked into your field of vision and you immediately sat back down in fear. Her face fell at your reaction.

"Hey, it's okay. She's good. She's helping us get you out." Scott pressed his hands to your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. Tears started spilling from your eyes. The tall, dark man walked over and whispered; "If we're gonna get out of here, we'd better do it now. He's probably gonna come back here soon."

Scott closed his eyes and sighed, then nodded in confirmation. Rather than waste time helping you up, he simply lifted you from the chair and sidestepped out the small back door tucked in the corner. Bright sunlight filled your eyes as your group exited. All those years stuck in that cell, living off nearly rotten cheese and filthy water, you were finally free. Free to live the rest of your life with five new friends; Pentatonix.

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Sorry for the crappy ending, I had no idea how to wrap this up. Thanks for putting up with my next to no posting. I'll try and post more.