Kidnapped

0.6

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Soft dim light,

Gentle breeze,

Grey spirit.

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I didn't expect to be outside of my beloved prison for at least a week so being let out only guided by a severely unchatty officer was quite a surprise. I could already hear the lapping waves from a nearby ocean making me curl my toes in excitement of being free.

"If you run" the man spoke up, my eyes finding his stony grey ones. "You'll only hit our force field and be electrocuted"

"What are we in, the hunger games?" I snap, him grabbing my arm and pulling me forwards aggressively.

"You don't talk to men that way little missy" he growled, my throat struggling to find air to breathe. Please no more eletrocutions, please no more eletrocutions.

"I'm sorry" I chocked out, tears finding there damn ways to the surface. FUck you emotions always finding their ways in.

"You should be. You maybe new but that doesn't mean you can treat us superiors like crap. Get it in your head that life will not be and will never be equal again"

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"Oh darling the hair is stunning" A tall man hurried over to me as I entered the next building, automatically presuming this is the fashion block. I smiled weakly, fingering the strands which were beginning to get greasy.

"This one has shaved her legs in the past year!"

"She has straight teeth!"

"She has fingernails!"

My fingers found my ears, blocking out the squarks of the people somehow complementing me. People were soon crowded round, touching my pale skin and stroking my hair. Within a second, they all stepped back, forming a neat organised rows which is when I realised a woman had entered the room.

Her jet black hair was smoothed back into a high ponytail, not a single fly away in sight. Her ice cold eyes met mine as she clicked her way to stand infront of me, her painted mouth twisting into a smile as she smoothed down the creases on her grey suit.

"Lovely to meet you in person Averiee, may I say you are on of the most beautiful girls we've ever had in the programme" that pathetic woman's voice. Her stupid voice which made me cry. It was her. The little fucker.

"I wish it was a pleasure to meet you also however it very much is a disappointment" I snapped, folding my arms across my chest in a smug way. She smiled, oh shit she smiled, lifting her leg slightly in the air before kicking me directly in the knee causing my body to collapse in a heap on the cold white tiles.

"Is the little bitch disobeying orders again? Now this is simple. Your owners are coming in here to inspect you, to show us what they want improving about you. You must kneel on the floor and look down at all times. If you dare look up at your owners once, I will tie you up and whip the backs of your legs until you can't walk for at least a week. Got it Averiee?"

"I understand" I whispered, kneeling properly on the floor before sinking my eyesight. I didn't care at this point, I am at the stage when I care so little. I am so done with the threats, with the constant fear of being attacked for being myself. Princesses don't exist the way they do in fairy tales and I am simply not a princess.

"Woah dude fuck me" The same Australian voices echoed through the room, grunts and groans able to be heard as they argued at the door.

"Why is she looking down?" One of them asked, my body practically shaking. The woman let out a giggle, fucking flirt.

"She's your submissive isn't she? You want her under your control? This is a natural submissive postition, if you want her to look at you she will" she hummed, my eyes rolling at her kindness all of a sudden. Bloody hell this sounds like fifty shades of grey.

They shuffled over to me, one of them reaching out to stroke my face whilst the other running a hand into my hair. I shuddered at their touch, flinching with disgust.

"Oh fuck it" one of them murmered, gripping onto my face. "look at me sweetheart"

My eyes flickered up to meet none other than that damn blonde haired lead singer from that stupid dumb band. The lead singer from 5 seconds of summer was kneeling infront of me, his blue eyes twinkling.

And I swear my whole world stopped.

All I could think about was tearing that stupid grin on his face and ripping out all his pathetically quiffed blonde hair.

"You bastards" I screech, my fists balling up at my sides. "You are all so dead!!"

I launched myself at the blonde, his eyes side in with shock before we both crashed on the floor. My fist connected with his jaw, a gash beginning to bloom within moments of leaving. My fingers threaded into his hair before bringing his head up and smashing it back down on the ground, him letting a cry out in pain.

"How does it feel asshole!" I screamed, scratching down his cheek with my sharpened nails. Someone's arms wrapped around my stomach, me elbowing back so I could wound the attacker.

"Ave calm down"

Oh hell no mate, no one tells Averiee to calm down. I sunk my teeth into his flesh, him wailing out before dropping me on the floor. My eyes fixed back on the injured blonde who was now being cared by from that fucking red haired guitarist. My eyes narrowed, grabbing him by the torso and tackling him to the ground. My fingers twisted his hair and pulled, a clump of the red coming out whilst doing so.

"Oh crap!" He screamed his eyes watering at the sight of his hair in my fist. "My lovely hair!"

"Oh shutup Michael it was going to come out at some point anyway"

"But it didn't have to be her" he wailed, shoving me onto the ground beside him. I couldn't help but laugh, giggling whilst playing with the patch of damaged hair I had in my hand. God this was messed up.

And with that, a needle was stabbed into my thigh and the whole world slowly began to go black.