Toy Soldiers (Tell me a lie- sequel)

Chapter 25

Fuck Yourself - Halsey (really like this version. JB can suck a cock)

Liam's Point of View

The drive seemed to last hours. I was tired, hungry, had cramp, and needed the toilet. The music had been turned down in the second hour of the drive which was good but now we are in our like 9th hour of driving with no stops. I had gotten little sleep and ended up just listening to the two men's conversations about whatnot.

I checked my phone to call the police but the battery had fall out when I was fighting the man and I didn't pick it up, quite obviously.

The van was going pretty fast for a van which was strange. Maybe it had a different engine or something. We had soon pulled over and I braced myself. Do I fight? Who do I attack first? There's two of them... One of them easily brought me down back there. Who is to say that the other one is just as strong?

The van opened up and I was faced with the darkening night. Unable to see their faces, I started to lash out as they came closer. One closed his hands around my ankles and the other hopped into the van to take my fighting arms.

"Get off! Get off of me!" I yelled as loud as I could to attract the attention of someone, anyone.

"It going to be okay. You just hold still a minute." The second man said. Though it was dark, almost pitch black, I could see the smirk on his face.

"No! Let me go! Please!" I start to cry and still try to fight.

The first man had finally got some restraints around my legs and the second hauled my arms around the back of me and cuffed them. "Stop moving asshole." The first man seethed as I kicked him back onto the ground.

A slap around my face left me in more tears. The harsh, cold wind bit at my cheeks, stinging.

"No one is going to help you, idiot. You are in the middle of nowhere." The second man pushed me up and the first man threw me over his shoulder. I tried to wiggle out of his grip but I couldn't.

"Here." The second man said to the first, holding up something. A tight piece of cloth was secured around my mouth and the first man started walking again.

We reached a big house. No, not big. Absolutely massive! I'll be shocked if there wasn't at least 30 rooms in this place.

We entered through one of many doors. The lights hurt my eyes. Being in the dark for so long is bad.

We passed many many people who didn't give a second glance at us. Were they all working together? We walked past at least 15 doors before we came to a stop. A large wooden door with metal bars for a window opened in front of us. Thrown onto the cold, stone ground, they shut the door again leaving me in the dark. I looked around the room with what little light came through the window.

There were a few chains on the walls, mould in the corners, dry substances dotted around on the floor.

I must've been alone for about an hour until someone reopened the door, pushing someone else in then locking it.

The person, a young girl, didn't see me and my awkward situation until she sat down opposite me. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed in surprise, her voice soft though.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She shuffled over to me and untied my feet, the took off the gag. "I can't do your hands, I'm sorry."

"Thank you." My dry voice cracked.

"I'm Amber, you are?" She smiled as she moved back to the wall.

"Liam. Where are we?" I asked, looking around.