Let Me Be Free

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Chey's POV

I woke up with two strong hands grabbing an arm each, and I immediately tried to wiggle out of the grasp. I pried my eyes open immediately and wrenched my head around to see myself slowly being dragged away from the other guys and towards the door, the two men pulling me were picking up the pace as if they knew I was waking up.

"Bloody hell! Get your hands off of me!" I use their strong grip on my arms as an advantage and I swing my two legs off of the ground, bending tremendously and kicking the both square on the temple. The grip of both of them dropped from my arms immediately and shot up to their heads, and I didn't waste a second. I jumped to my feet and ran a quite hand through my hair facing them. They seemed to realize I was out of their grasp and looked around, lost for a moment, before both pairs of eyes trained on me and narrowed, simultaneously which was a hella creepy.

They took a quick glance at eachother and shared a slight nod, but that was all the warning I needed before they charged towards me. I slid in between their two bodies, feeling like a freaking ninja, and I spun on my butt before launching myself back up and crossing my arms over my chest, popping my head out cockily and they spun back around, confused.

I smiled cheekily and that was all the taunting that one of the guys needed before he launched himself at me. I yelped when his fist collided with my stomach and I fell over, immediately regretting my cocky attitude. The other guy sprang into action and jumped behind me, tugging my hair back a little which made me yelp again, but it was cut off by the guy literally shoving part of a bandana in my mouth, and tying it tightly around me.

Taylor would be pissed to see such behaviour shown towards his beloved bandana family.

I felt my arms wrenched behind me after and that stupid, chaffing rope was tied around them once again, bringing back those memories of a few days ago, when I first met the boys.

A lot can happen in a few days. We barely knew eachother and now I feel like a family. A happy, kidnapped, tortured family.

I kicked as one of the men stepped back in front of me and he grimaced when my foot came in contact with his nuts, but he didn't say anything.

I hate how these boys are such heavy sleepers. I really do.

It's a burning passion.

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Hayes' POV

I woke up to the door slamming and I immediately got worried when Chey was lying on my chest anymore.

"GUYS," I shouted and all the boys immediately jumped up, alert.

"Whaa?" Aaron groaned.

"Chey, she's gone," I look around the room still, hoping she'll pop up from behind one of the now awake boys or something.

"Dude, she's been turned into a computer monitor," Camerons eyes widen when they land on something to my left.

I twist my head to see a giant computer monitor, just sitting there. As if nothing bad was happening here.

I have to admit, I did jump when suddenly it flickered to life and a yelling voice spoke through the monitor, telling somebody to shut up.

"Who the- Is that Chey!" Nash bolts up and we all run over to the giant monitor that's balanced on top of an old looking desk. The computer could honestly be a TV by the size of it, and I want to know how they managed to get it in here without us noticing.

Then again, how did they manage to get Chey out, without us noticing? My mind spat at me sarcastically and I mentally raised my hands in surrender.