I was sold to One Direction

ISIS

Falling, that's all I felt. I was falling. I was awoken by a giant bang, something had hit the plane. Then we were falling. The boys were all awake, confused as to what was going on. This definitely wasn't part of the plan.

"What's happening?" I screamed, the falling of the plane was a deafening noise.

"I knew this would happen, we never should've done this" Hariee muttered not-so-loudly to himself.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. Then we hit the ground.

I woke up in a bed, but an uncomfortable, lumpy bed. My arms and legs were strapped down to the bed by strips of fabric. I feel blood dripping down my head, hopefully my mascara wasn't ruined. I look up and see the other boys, they're all strapped into beds as well. I try to speak, but my mouth is too dry to make out any words.

Suddenly, a man all dressed in black walked in the room. He walked over to my bed.

"What is your name?" the man asked.

"McLaklee" I responded in a dry raspy voice. "Where am I?"

"I won't tell you until you tell me your real name!" he says violently.

"I'm telling the truth, I'm McLaklee, daughter of Cortlyn and Onyx." I responded.

The man in black had a surprised look on his face when I said my father's name, but that look was quickly hidden with despair.

"Poor child, I will tell you where you are out of pity. You're in the headquarters of ISIS in Syria." the man reveals.

ISIS? I've only seen ISIS on the news, and not for good things. I worriedly look over at the One Direction boys, I see them starting to stir.

"What am I doing here, what do you want?" I asked with a questioning look on my face.

"We work for your father, Onyx, I didn't want to have to meet you this way. But your father will soon be stepping down from head of ISIS. He was telling all of his soldiers about how he wants his daughter to run the family business of the Islamic militant group."

I blinked my blue-green cornflower aquamarine eyes and blew my flaxen hair away from my face

"No" I said. The ISIS man looked confused, angry, and a little worn-out.

"Why not?" he asked, "You'd get to lead one of the most powerful terror groups on the planet, the opportunities for you would be endless!"

The ISIS man tried to persuade me with the prospect of massive wealth, perhaps even airpods.

"I can't do it" I whispered, sounding defeated with tears ready to roll down my perfect face .

"I wouldn't look good in a hijab"