Wild Flower

Prologue

"You should know by now that running only causes more trouble" his voice boomed.

We were in a dark room with no windows. We''ve been stuck in here for what seems like forever, but it's only been 21... no, wait... 23 days? Who really knows, I've lost count. The room is completely plain with black walls, and only one light hanging in the middle of the room above a table, which has a suitcase layed on top of it. I am unable to move as my hands are tied behind my back and my feet are taped to the legs of the chair.

He struts over right beside me running the back of his hand against my cheek. I turn my head away in disgust.

"It's such a shame such a beautiful girl like you has to go to waste" The way he says it makes me want to vomit.

"Still not talking, huh?" He punches me in the stomach and i lurch forward.

He's been torturing me since the first day we  got in this hell hole. I've stayed silent though, not showing him any emotion at all; I mean, that's what he wants right? He wants me to give in and break down, and show complete and total weakness. Well! i'm not giving up, I've been in worst situations.

"You can stop this anytime just say the word"  his snake-like smile is as vile as himself...

"You won't get anything out of me so you might as well quit while you're at it" I reply.

He walks over to the door, and just as he's  about to leave he walks back in. This time, with the dark haired, hazel eyed man i have longed to see. (but not in this scenario). I mentally curse at myself. 'Shit, why is he here?'

I look at the man, and scream, "He has nothing to do with this, let him go now! Or forget about me telling you any information at all, you peace of shit!"

He walks back over to me and punches me straight in the mouth and i can feel a warm liquid begin to ooze out of my bottom lip. I can here Zayn say "Don't touch her" in the backgroung. I can see him try to run towards me but the two people standing on either side stop him before he can take two steps. He glares at zayn and punches me in my stomach a few times.

"Is that all you got?" I laugh.

He slaps me hard enough to leave a mark. And i lower my head down feeling the pain ferociously pulse through my head. Why did i say that? Oh, i know why: because i'm a smartass and just couldn't resist. I should know by now that being a smartass always gets me into trouble.

"Good, now lets get some things straight honey. You 'will' tell me what i want to know, or he's going to suffer. Got it?"

I stare at him with a cold poker face.

"Alright, then. I'll be back in an hour to hear what you've decided."

He walks to the door and finally leaves.