Taken ((N.H.))

Chapter 2

-Niall's POV-

I pulled up in front of my house, deep in the middle of the woods. This girl was now mine. I had been stalking her for awhile now, following her almost everywhere she goes, monitoring everything she does. She was the perfect victim.

I hopped out of the van and opened the back door. Her body still laid limp, except for her gentle breathing. She seemed so fragile, easy to break. I sighed and tossed her over my shoulder, slamming the door shut. Since I lived in such a remote area, no one would be able to hear her scream and she would be lost as hell.

I open my front door and head for the basement. Once I'm down there, I walk to the room at the end of the hall and open the cell-like door. It was an old fashioned cell door with the bars and the small key hole that only I have the key to. I lay her down on the cement floor. Once I make sure everything is secure and locked up tight, I walk out of the cell and lock the door. She still doesn't move except for the light rise and fall of her chest. She'll probably be awake by morning.

I exit the basement, locking that door as well. I decided to check on her when I woke up tomorrow morning. She'll be fine. For now.

-Cece's POV-

My head is pounding as I slowly open my eyes. As they adjust to the faint light form above me, I then realize, I'm laying on a cement floor. What the fuck? Panic settles into my system as I frantically look around the room.

Why did this happen? How did this happen? Where am I? What the fuck is going on? Why am I here?

So many questions came to my mind but were left unanswered. I sat curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, only surrounded by pure darkness. My breathing was rapid as my heart continued its fast pace.

A door from the other side of the room suddenly opened, light pouring in, burning my eyes. I blinked a few times to adjust to the sudden brightness. I see a tall figure standing in the doorway. He looked so intimidating and dangerous. I knew what had happened now...

I was taken.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you decided to finally wake up." His deep accent rumbled through my ears. I stay quiet, fearing that if I said something wrong, I would pay the price. "Awe, no need to be afraid. It's only me." 'But I have no idea who you are or where I am, so I have a pretty good fucking reason to be scared.' I thought in my head.

He walks closer to the door, making me panic even more. My eyes became huge and my heart rate increased by 110%. He unlocked the door and slowly made his way over to me. He kneeled down in front of me. I know who he is now. He's that guy that was standing in the field at school.

"I just have one little thing to tell you." He whispers in my ear. Shivers rushed down my spine at his cold, harsh voice. "If you even try and think of escaping, good luck. All the windows and doors are locked and only I have the key to them all. So don't even try, or you'll pay the ultimate price."

After those harsh words of advice, he got up and made his way out of the small room, locking the door behind him. Just the smallest bit of sunshine creeped through the old, dusty glass. He slammed the other door behind him, making me jump and whimper. Silent tears made their way down my face as I buried my face in my knees.

He long was I going to be here? What's his name? Why did he take me?

So many more questions run through my mind that will probably be unanswered for a long time. I cry myself to sleep and fall into a deep sleep.

**The next morning**

I'm awoken by the sound of my cell door opening. I quickly sit up and look to see the kidnapper. He's carrying a tray of what seems like food towards me. I'm still sitting on the floor as he kneels down in front of me again.

"I brought you breakfast. Eat." I didn't exactly have an appetite now that I was in his house. I don't know if he poisoned the food or not. I lightly shook my head 'no'. "You're going to eat, even if I have to shove it all down you're throat." He growled. Fear kept eating me away. I slid the tray towards me and I picked up an orange slice and began to nibble on it.

He sat across from me, making sure I ate. He really was scary and I was scared as hell. I still didn't want to speak. But maybe I could just ask him what his name is. Here goes nothing.

"W-What's y-your na-name?" I stutter out. He looks up at me with amused eyes. Probably because he can tell how scared I am.

"Niall." He replies in a monotone.

I shut my mouth and continue eating. I knew if I asked my other questions, I'd probably be beaten. I pushed my tray away and curled back up into a ball. Niall was playing with his lip ring as he came over and grabbed the tray. As he started to walk away, my voice rang through the small space.

"Why am I here? What do you want with me?" My hand quickly shot up to cover my mouth. Niall turned around, his eyes shot daggers at me. He started walking back over to me, I whimpered and scooted to the corner. He grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted me off the ground.

"You don't get to speak unless I say so. And you're here because I want you to be." He tossed me back on the ground, making me hit my head on the cement. I cried out in pain as he slammed the door shut. My eyes began to flutter as darkness started to take over my mind.

-Niall's POV-

I could tell how scared she was. She whimpered whenever I got close to her. She doesn't stand up for herself. She's just a little weakling. And that's how I like them.

If my prey is weak, they're easier to control.

I wanted to make her scared of me. But not too scared. I want her to be comfortable around me but still know she's under my control. I plop down on my bed and stare at the floor. She doesn't know who I am or what I do, which is a good thing.

I'm a hit man. Usually I'm hired by people, but this girl was something I wanted myself. I can kill groups of people and never leave a trace. I've never been seem by a soul, no cops could catch me. I've been at this for years. All this time, I've always felt numb inside for doing what I do.

I had a feeling that this girl could help make at least most of it go away. I need to feel something other than numbness, anger, sadness, and emptiness.

I just hope she'll see that what she does can help me.