Flame [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3

EMILY'S P.O.V.

I woke up with a terrible headache and no memory of the other night. I attempted to sit up. Key word here: attempted. I realized two things. One, I was tied up (wtf? why was I tied up?) and two, trying to sit up sends a wave of pain throughout my entire body. You may be thinking, "it couldn't hurt that bad right?" wrong. It hurt like hell. I do not have a super high tolerance for pain. I can take some pain, but I am not one of those made-up characters in books who can be stabbed or something and still be able to run. No, if I was stabbed, I would probably pass out or die, depending on where I was stabbed. So yes, trying to sit up hurt like hell. Also, I know I already mentioned this, but, I was tied up. Why the hell was I tied up? I'm pretty sure it's not normal to wake up and figure out that there are ropes binding you to your bed. Or some random stranger's bed. Wait. Why was I tied up in some random stranger's bed? I looked around the room. Yep, definitely not my room. In a flash, the all of the memories from the night before came rushing back to me. I struggled against the rope until my wrists began to bleed. Thoughts raced through my mind.

What were they gonna do to me? Were they gonna kill me or hold me for ransom? Were they gonna rape me? I shuddered at that last thought. I had always heard about stuff like that from my mom who was really protective. I never thought that someday those girls in the stories could one day become me. Those girls were normally killed.

A locked clicked and the door opened.

"Good, you're awake. Guys! She's awake!" I hadn't seen this one before. He was short and buff with curly red hair and freckles across his face underneath his hazelish brownish eyes. How many of these people were there? Three more men entered the room. Two of whom I recognized from the gas station. All together I had seen 6 guys an I had a feeling there would be more.

"Hello sweetie," said Freckles. I tried to curl up and make myself small, but the ropes wouldn't let me. "It's okay, we're not gonna hurt you." The scrawny one who threw me in the car last night snickered. I'm gonna call him scrawny for now. The other one from last night was tall and buff, bald, and had a scar above his eyebrow. He scared me the most. His name is now scar-face. The fourth guy was average with beach blonde hair and brown eyes. This one shall be called blonde. I didn't find him attractive, but I'm sure most girls would.

"We're just gonna untie your ropes and let you settle in. We need you to be well rested for tomorrow." He turned to Scar-Face, "Get Jasmine in here. We wanna make this girl look as pretty as possible." Scar-Face nodded. So there's also a girl? What is this place?

"What do you want us to do?" Blonde asked. I got the feeling Freckles was in charge around here (which sorta surprised me after seeing Scar-Face).

"You both can help me untie her," he turned to me, "What's your name, sweetie?" I didn't answer. He tried again. "You might as well. There's no point in not telling us it, you're here aren't you?" I thought about that for a moment. He was right, what was the harm in telling him my name anyway?

"Emily," I said quietly, but not quiet enough that I would sound scared, even though I was terrified.

"Well Emily, Jasmine should be here in a bit so let's get you untied now, shall we?" He began to untie the ropes.

When he had finished, I attempted to sit up again. The pain was worse.

"Whoa, don't hunt yourself there. Sorry about Jake. He got in trouble for knocking you out like that." So that was Scrawny's name. I said nothing so he continued. "Get yourself as comfortable as possible, Jasmine-" he was cut off as a girl walked in the room. She looked about my age and had raven black hair and dark eyes. She was Asian, dressed in dark clothing, and had a lip piercing.

"Talking 'bout me now, huh?"

"Hey Jas."

"I told you to stop calling me that." She scowled.

"I'm sorry," Freckles said sarcastically. "Anyway, we need you to clean this girl up. Make her look pretty. She was beat up pretty bad last night."

"She got in a fight?" She looked me over skeptically.

"No, Jake was a bit 'rough'." Jasmine nodded knowingly. "You have 15 minutes to get her cleaned up. Meet us in the dining hall when you're done. Bring Emily with you." There was a dining hall? What type of place was I in? First they kidnap me and tie me up, and now they want to have dinner with me? This was way to weird for my liking. What the hell is going on?