what happens? // one direction

Chapter Six.

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*Samantha's POV*

Where in the world was he taking me?!

I screamed and thrashed about in our kidnapper's arms as he pulled my long, wavy blonde hair hard in his hold.

I could feel the clump of my hair that he was holding onto slowly ripping from my skull, as the man was grabbing and pulling my hair so hard. By now, there was a warm, sticky liquid running down my face from somewhere on the top of my head-blood.

"Help! Niall! Kristel! Zayn! Someone! Help!" I shouted inbetween my blood curling screams, praying that one of them would save me, but deep down, I knew they couldn't and wouldn't.

The man did not say one word as he dragged me down the long, dark hallway of, what seemed to be, an old house.

We soon reached a door at the end of the spooky hallway, and he opened the door with one hand and threw me into the room, following inside and closing and locking the blood-stained door behind him.

I quickly looked around the dim lit room, hoping to find something to sheild myself with to keep the man from touching or hurting me any more than he already has.

Nothing.

The tiny room was completely empty of essentials;the only thing in the room was a scratchy rope that hung from the ceiling, a hoop-shaped end, only big enough for someones head to fit through...

Oh no.

He was going to hang me.

I was going to die.

I began to panic, and scrambled quickly over to a dark corner of the room, and wrapped my arms around my knees and rocked back and forth, trying to take deep breaths in and out to calm myself down, which was pretty hard to do knowing that this psycho wanted to murder me.

He let out an evil, frightening laugh when he saw me cowardly scramble away, and I felt chills run down my spine.

He began to slowly stalk towards me, an eerie grin plastered on his cut-filled face.

"P-please, d-don't. P-please," I stuttered, as salty tears mixed with my blood ran down my cheeks.

He just grinned even wider, and continued to stalk my way, getting closer and closer to me at each second.

This is my end.

I am going to die.

I am going to die sixteen years old, hung, all alone, by an old, mental man.

Well, this sure wasn't the way I wanted to die.

I wanted to die old and frail, sitting in my warm, toasty bed, next to the love of my life...

Niall.

Oh no.

What would he do when he found out that I was killed?

How would he react to it?

He's going to be so heartbroken..and weak...my Ni...

The man quickly reached me and I flinched as he grabbed another fistful of my hair and pulled me to my feet, and dragged me over to where the rope gently swayed back and forth from the ceiling.

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, as he stood me up straight and pulled the rope around my neck.

He ignored me, and then took a shorter rope and tied my wrists together in the front of me, so that I wouldn't be able to get away.