The Irish Boy

Chapter Seven

So this chapter is what happens after Sam get's kidnapped, some intense stuff is about to happen and if you don't like what you have read so far then cut the crap and stop reading.  :) Anyways enjoy.

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Sam's P.O.V

  I woke up in complete darkness, no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't see. It took me a while to realize that I had been blindfolded. I went to untie it but quickly realized that my hands were tied behind my back as well as my feet and legs tied together, most likely so I couldn't escape.

  It's not like I could though, I became aware of a slight throbbing just above my right temple, Ughhh, I couldn't suppress the groan that escaped from my mouth. What had happened? Then it all came back, leaving Niall, the kidnapping, the pain.

  The next thought that ran through my head was where was I? But just as quickly as that thought entered my head then another one replaced it, What's happening? Why am I here? I started to panic and began to thrash on the ground but that didn't help at all. I was still tied up probably left for dead never to see the light of day again.

  My wrists and ankles hurt from how tight the ropes were, and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't get the ropes any looser, sighing I gave up, whats the point? I'm just hurting myself more by trying to free myself.

  I don't know how much time had passed before I heard a door creak open. "Hello?" I called out "Help, please anyone!" I desperately tried to move toward where I heard the door open but was stopped by a hand being slapped across my cheek.

  I recoiled and sat up. Although I knew whoever was there couldn't see my eyes the tears didn't stop themselves from flowing.

  "Now now, look at what we have here." Said a deep rough voice. "Not in a happy mood now I see, no matter, when were done with you the only place you'll be laughing is six feet under." The person laughed.

  They then pulled my blindfold away and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. When they did I saw that the person standing in front of me was a fairly large man, not fat, just pure muscle.

  "What do you want? I left the boys like you wanted why couldn't you just let me go?" I asked the tears still streaming down my face.

  "Oh, i'm not the genius who came up with the plan, I only get to do the fun stuff," he replied with a grin, and that grin made me shudder at the thought of what his idea of "fun" was.

 "Please." I started saying but was shut up by him punching my face. "Stop," I pleaded with him but the only response I got was another punch, this time to my back. I figured the best idea for me right now was to shut up. He however took my silence as defiance and beat me worse.

  I felt another punch hit my arm and heard the sound of bones snapping then a searing pain, I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't scream out. He then started punching me in the face repeatedly. I felt my nose break and blood pour from it down my chin, my eyes practically screamed from the pain.

  I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my body, he just laughed and continued to hurt me, I didn't recognize the sounds coming from myself, they were unnatural and guttural, and just that scared me a lot. I just wanted this to be over, I just wanted him to stop.

  Then all at once it stopped, I was aware that he had left but I was sobbing uncontrollably my nose still bleeding and my arm feeling as if it was on fire. Why did this happen to me, if I had stayed in Canada none of this would ever have happened, and I don't even know what they're going to do to me. I saw a blackness start at the corner of my eyes and before I knew what was happening I had fallen unconscious.