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5

"Rule number one, you will not fight against us," Ashton said, the lads had sat Alanna and I on a scabby old couch in a room with lighting where we could see them properly, Alanna sat close to me, holding my hand as we listened.

"Rule number two, you will not argue with us," Calum said.

"Rule number three, you will do what we tell you to do," Michael added.

Luke gulped, "rule number four, you will stay calm and not kick off."

"That's a good one," Calum said, "if we all stick to the rules, we will all probably survive."

"I've got one more," Ash crossed his arms, "no matter how scared shitless you are, you must trust us."

"Yes!" Michael said, "that's good."

After the rules were set, we were given specific places in the mysterious house where we were aloud to go. Luke had left with Michael to get the pills there were on about whilst Calum and Ashton gave us a tour of the house.

We were lead up another flight of stairs until we came across two bedrooms.

"Alanna, the right bedroom is yours, no one but me or Michael will enter that. Jade, the left is yours, and only Luke and Ash will use that. The rest of the house is to share.

"The doors and windows are boarded up so you cannot escape and cannot let out any information of what you see, you are stuck here until further notice."

Calum opened the door on the right and went in, Alanna looked at me with promising eyes as she let go of my hand.

"We won't be here forever," I said, she nodded and walked inside after him, closing the door behind her.

Ashton took my hand and pulled me inside the other bedroom where I began to observe every little detail.

Inside was two beds, one double bed, and one single one. The wardrobe was small too, crammed in the corner.

By the double bed was a boarded up window, I sort of hated the fact that I couldn't see outside, couldn't see the light of day or the birds flying high in the morning. No more blue sky's and rich green grass - just boring, brown wood.

"So, pick your bed, the right side of the bed or the left," Ashton said, referring to the double bed, of course he wasn't going to share with Luke.

"The right side," I said.

"Ok," he sighed, dumping himself on the bed, his face in the pillow, "I'm shattered."

"Yeah," I said, I sat on the bed and looked at the single bed in front of me, wondering how long Luke was going to be. He hadn't really been too horrible to me compared to the other boys. I looked down at my wrist and saw the mark from the shackles, the same on my ankles. I brought my legs on the bed and sat crossed legged, rubbing my ankles and wrists.

I wondered what Daddy was doing, if he had used any substance or fancy new device to track down where I was, or if he had a police dog to track down my scent.

I sighed, laying down and looking up at the ceiling, I looked down at my ripped shirt and eyed up my injury, the long deep cut that had stopped bleeding and began to scab had stained my shirt, my shirt no longer it's normal colour. It was full of dirt and blood.

My fingers traced over the cut and I winced, it was pretty bad, and still hurt just as much as it did when it happened. I cursed Calum for being so evil, and every second I knew he was with Alanna, I prayed she would come away from him alive.

Suddenly I felt a shuffle besides me and Ashton was there, towering over me, I removed my hand from my cut and rested it by my side. He looked at the mark and sighed, his hand stroking the skin besides the wound.