The Wave ✓

Ransom . . . or is it?

Diana's pov

It's fucking time. Time to get off my ass and do something. It's my fault that my friends are suffering, because Bridget hates me enough to hurt my loved ones, so it's time for redemption. I have a plan, which I went through in hushed tones with Louis, the one closest to me now , and Haz as he is beside me everytime. Let's just hope Paul gets my slip up or we are screwed, epically.

This time again, I was taken, despite the cries of the others. Having roughly grabbing my arm, I was pushed into a metal chair, my head hitting yet again from it. I groaned slightly, having gotten used to the pain.

"So! It's great to meet me again, isn't it Diya. So today, we are going to have a torture session, wherein your precious crew sees you live. Great isn't it?"

My hands and legs were yet again tied, and a bright light , more like a live camera as so clearly mentioned was put in front of me. My plan , a little modified now, was a go now.

A small pocket knife was shoved into my left shoulder, emitting a scream from me. Goddamit, it hurts like a b**ch.

Whips were again placed at me, at great speeds getting more and more screams from me. My energy, the little I had, was slowly ebbing away. With one last strength, I lifted my head up, and screamed at the camera;

"Suivez l'autre téléphone!" I got a hard slap from Bridget for it, as well as a punch in the gut. But it was worth it. Just hope Paul has brushed up his French skills.

They dragged me out of the room, after I said those words; but the satisfaction I got from doing atleast one thing to help me friends , was definitely worth it.

My wonderful kidnappers fortunately didn't know French, but knew enough that I had said something out of line. So one can imagine just what I went through next. Torture time. . . Yay me.

They dragged me to a new room this time, one fact I didn't forget to remind them of, earning me a nice slap. It was all a ploy to stall as much time as I can , to get Paul to track us. Time is essential, now with Perrie's condition and all. We have to get out, if not only for us but for her too.

With a bloody mouth , I smiled, of atleast tried to, " I could do this all day."

Bridget scowled at me, and took a spiked whip and hit me again. I screamed as it landed on my bare back, the new shirt torn apart in that area due to intense torture. Our torturer is nice to supply me with a shirt yesterday, seen I couldn't see my previous me due to it being torn so much.

I was loosing consciousness very fast, black edging in the corners of my eyes. It was getting harder and harder to keep them open.

"Oh it's a pity our little Diana can't handle abit pain, looks like her precious band will have to take it for her , is it?" She laughed, looking truly like a maniac by the second.

Something cracked in me at that time, my eyes snapped open, adrenaline kicking in with a good force this time. I stood up, no idea how, but just had thought in my mind.

No one hurts my family. They may be defenceless but I'm not. I'll defend them to my last breath. No one hurts them. NOT MY FAMILY.

I looked at her murderously, taking delight in her gulping nervously.

"What are you watching? Go take her out!" She shouted at two of her cronies.

They snapped out of their trance and advanced towards me. This time I was prepared, adrenaline fueling my nerves and I attacked.

Jumping at the first guy, I swung my legs around his neck, punching his head, trying to knock him out. The other guy pulled my hair, trying to pry me out of his friend's head, but I continually punched his head and face and squeezing my legs around to suffocate him till he dropped down, finally unconscious.