Personal Body Guard - (Shawn Mendes)

90

"It's five thirty three,
I'm awake and my bed is all covered in sweat,
I can't sleep,
and there's blood on my sheets"

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*Emily's Point Of View*

It was dark. So dark.

I didn't know how long I had been here. I didn't know where I was or what was happening.

I didn't know what time it was or what day it was. I had no concept or idea of time due to not seeing any source of light in who knows how long.

All I could feel was the rope digging into my wrists as they were tired together behind my back. I had pulled and tugged on them for a lengthy amount of time that I was sure it was bruised and bleeding.

My legs were also tired together and there was a long piece of cloth wrapped around my head and placed inside my mouth to prevent me from screaming or calling for help.

It was cold. No - absolutely freezing. With the lack of light and the walls and floor being straight concrete, the temperature had dropped significantly. I couldn't even remember what I was wearing but it wasn't warm enough.

I had cried all my tears and was now sitting here numb. I was starving, sleep deprived and desperately needing to use the bathroom.

It had to have been days right?

I had tried counting but I got up to 312 and completely forgot.

I knew I was in a basement of some sort because I could constantly hear the loud footsteps above me, as well as the loud sounds of doors slamming that made me flinch every time.

What if they forgot about me? And I died here.

I don't know which one was better. Staying here and dying from starvation or getting brutally murdered.

I could constantly feel my head falling to the right about to fall asleep, but getting jolted up by the uncomfortable position.

I flinched as I heard a door open and slam shut before the foot steps walked above me.

My eyes widened and my body stiffened as I heard the footsteps going towards the door three metres in front of me.

The sound of keys could be heard as I began to tug harshly on the ropes again in a desperate attempt to free my hands.

The door soon swung open revealing what seemed like the brightest light I've ever seen.

I turned my head away from the door, my eyes being so blinded from the bright light it gave me a migraine instantly.

I coughed at the dust and dirt that I inhaled from the gust of swinging the door open.

"Ahh... princess is awake" I heard the familiar voice say followed by a chuckle.

I was asleep?

Or was I passed out?

I blinked furiously, squeezing my eyes right in attempt to see. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, still being slightly blurry but enough to put together a figure.

I wriggled around, furiously tugging on the rope as my screams and shouts came out as muffled sounds.

"Oh darling, don't even bother. No one's going to hear you" I heard the familiar voice say as they began to walk towards me.

I felt my eyes begin to water as I could finally see the face of my kidnapper.

James Cardwell.

It all came back to me;

"I'm coming!" I shouted rolling my eyes as I hopped out of bed. I slowly walked to the front door swinging it open.

"Carly, I really just need to-" I spoke as I opened the door only to look up and see... James?

"W-What?" I stuttered getting ready to slam the door shut and call Carly.

Before I could even get a word out, his fist went straight into my face making everything go black.

The memory itself made me squirm even more as he leaned down in front of me, bending down so his face was level with mine.

I squeezed my eyes tightly.

It's just a nightmare.

You're going to wake up soon.

Wake up!

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" I heard him shout making me flinch harshly as his palm connected with my cheek making my face turn left ninety degrees.

I choked out a sob as my body began to shake.

He grabbed onto my chin forcing me to stare at his face. Those dull eyes and that evil smile.

His hand slowly pushed up to hold my cheeks tightly.

"You look so good right now" he said rubbing his thumb up and down my cheek.

His tongue peaked out from between his lips to wet them.

I gulped deeply, a knot of anxiety and disgust forming in my stomach.

"All tied up... for me to do - whatever I please" He said making a tear roll down my cheek and my head drop.

I glanced down at my clothes to see they were dirty and my shirt was torn.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" He shouted loudly, his hand reaching to the back of my head pulling my head up by the top of my ponytail.

His angry scowl slowly formed into a devious smile.

He's fucking crazy.

He bit down on his lip before leaning closer to my face.

"You love it when I pull your hair hey..." he said wrapping his fingers tightly around my hair, tugging it lightly making me wince.

"You like it rough" he said making me begin to cry again.

"Crying won't do anything baby doll" he said leaning closer to my face, his hot breath was up against my cheek.

All of a sudden, he yanked the cloth from my mouth, his tongue licking a long strip from the corner of my lips up to my temple.

He soon smashed his lips against mine harshly making me turn my around and scream.

"Help! Somebody!... Help me!" I screamed as loud as I could, squeezing my eyes tightly wishing this was all a dream. That everything would disappear and I would wake up in my bed with Shawn by my side.

"I told you not to touch her until after I did!" I heard a familiar voice hiss from behind James.

James quickly shoved the cloth back into my mouth before standing up.

I glanced up at the familiar voice that was standing behind James.

I was shocked two see two familiar figures standing at the entrance of the door, smirks evident on there faces.

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A/N: mmm cliffhangerrr