He's The Devil Next Door...

4 || Held Hostage By Idiots.

Held Hostage By Idiots.

"Devin, take the paper bag off of her head you idiot." I hear as I slowly flutter my eyes open only to be met with darkness yet again, and hot heat with every breath I take in.

What in the fuck?

They were referring to me when it came to the bag because i'm quickly met with fresh air and light.

My eyes clear up from the blurriness and I examine my surroundings. It's very clear that i'm in some sort of garage with my hands tied behind me as i'm sat in a wooden chair.

What in the fuck, again!

"HELP! HEL-" Before I can even finish i'm interrupted as three figures stand in front of me with evil grins on their faces.

Nathan, Devin and Adonis.

They've kidnapped me clearly and I don't remember anything!

"No one can hear you, so save yourself from a major sore throat." Devin speaks.

"And you yelling is annoying so just all in all, shut it." Nathan decides to add as he takes a step closer to me.

I send them all a deathly glare, not caring for their reputation and the simple fact that they could slaughter me at any moment, "How about all three of you... untie me, let me go and then fuck off."

My eyes land on Adonis who hasn't bothered to speak yet, instead he lights himself a cigarette and takes a puff as he lets out a quiet laugh.

Me being me, and being in this situation, I decide to use my attitude as an advantage because I am pissed the hell off on why they literally kidnapped me.

"I wouldn't take another hit if I were you, you'll get cancer and die." I comment with my gaze still on him.

He clearly gets that I was talking to him and looks up at me, flicking the cigarette to get rid of the burning ash. He takes several steps toward me, using his advantage of standing up over me. He lifts my chin up with the same hand that's holding the cigarette, forcing my eyes to look into his soulless ones.

With a deadly look he speaks in a low tone, "Or I can kill you and you can die first, how about that?"

I gulp nervously, a frightened expression on my face due to his dark words and the fact that a burning cigarette was centimeters from touching my bare skin.

The room fills with complete silence. Adonis lets his hand drop from my face, taking a puff from the cancer stick. He makes his way back to stand next to the other two as they continue to stand in front of me. My eyes are now staring at the cement flooring of whoevers garage this was.

I continue my silence, afraid of what will happen next if I dare to speak.

I don't want to take him seriously but these boys are dangerous and I don't know them enough to truly know what they're capable of, despite the rumors.

"Untie her." Adonis commands.

My hands are soon released from the bandana that was tightly tied and cutting off my circulation by Devin. I rub my numb wrists and examine the redness that circles around them.