Kidnapped. (1D Fanfic) EDITING!

Chapter 40

"So what exactly is the plan?" I demanded to the invisible angel--meanwhile I was sure that it was me going insane, crazy. Either way, maybe it works. I'll get the fuckity fuck out of here, but before that, I wanna burn Irene's Justin Bieber posters along with those from Dylan O'brien--my husband--and throw her fucking TV across the room to break the screen and make a hole through her walls, plus her laptop and everything that is sensible enough to make me go completely nuts. Somebody's gonna have fun today!

Suddenly, a small ball of faded white light appeared. An orb, kinda...? I watched it twirl around my head twice until it went down and burned my ropes, freeing me from the freaking pain in my wrists now--Thank you alot Irene!

Bitch.

"Be aware, she could come in any minute now. You may wanna be careful once you run out of here, Anna. Irene is active and close by." The white ball said, the sharp light fading a bit. "I took a look earlier. It seems that she's busy in her kitchen, and won't be too distracted easily if you try to run past her. Your sister is currently on the search for you, as she brought five boys and a woman with her."

Before I could say anything in return, the ball disappeared with a goodluck, Anna and I closed my mouth. Well, we might add the term horrific. I'm still wondering who the fuck Irene is for real, and what she wants from me? I mean, for all I know she could be some Psychopath murderer from Narnia and come for to retrieve me from the real world. Oh god...

I rubbed my wrists, wincing as the pain still remained at the same spot where the ropes had been pulled tightly over my skin. First it was red, slightly bruised subsequently. I cannot wait to get my hands around that girl's neck and strangle her--but first, I gotta find Alison and the boys, and whoever is with them. I hope they're all okay, especially my sister. I sighed and stood up, brushing the dust from my shirt and focusing on the door. Whispering some encouraging words to myself, I took steps towards it, still ever so afraid that spiders were going to fall onto my face from the ceiling roof covered in spiderwebs. Great.

I slowly walked up the wooden stairs and godamn it, I absolutely hate wooden stairs. They creak and make noise, and it really isn't that convenient when you're being kidnapped and are trying to escape. Well, not that I can't escape...I'm a NINJA. How dare you forget this crucial fact? This is something you should have known about me a long time ago!

"Eh...what...?"

My eyes roamed over a picture as I walked down the long cave hallway. What does a picture even do in a god damn cave? You know, people these days...I keep on repeating this but Humanity really fucked up everything. Not that it bothers me...it's just...weird in some way? Like, who hangs a family picture on a wall in a long hallway, that actually leads to the cave--anyway...moving on.

The more I took steps down the path leading me to wherever, I bet to fucking hell, I could hear drops of water echoing around me as if rain came from above. This is a basement, a cave as far as I know. And Irene's house is right above me, so either way she forgot to turn off the water in the bathroom and now her whole house is flooding or my whole life is a lie and magic actually exists.

Also, this place reminds me of those movies with freaky alleys. I swear to god if a murderous clown chases me down, I won't be able to fucking defend myself unless I throw my shoe at his face and don't waste a second to get the fuck out before he decides to pursue!

I ain't dying today, over my dead body...Ghehe. Nailed it.

I had reached to the end of the long hallway, and opened the door to yet another fucking staircase -- like who the hell owns such a big basement? Is Irene this loner who lives in her basement for half of the time? I mean, I wouldn't -- not when it's such a creepy place to be in. Jesus Christ.