Living the Dreams

Part 1: Chapter 1: No Room for Mistakes

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I was sitting in a hard wooden chair with a back that reached just above my shoulders. My spiked heels were flat on the ground with my ankles against the legs of the chair. I was sitting completely straight in my little party dress I was still wearing. Why was I sitting this way? I had no choice. My body was entangled in a series of medium-thick, rough, and tight ropes. I could do no more that breathe, swallow and blink. If I moved too much, the rope around my neck would tighten and strangle me to death. I was blind folded and could not see, but knew I was facing the back wall of the room. The back wall had a window that looked out over unknown land. I couldn't exactly look out the window... you know... still blind folded here. Mostly however, I was terrified. Not of the ropes around me or the fact that I was tied to a chair; but of the person who put me like this and the person he put me like this for. And most importantly the other captive that is most likely in worse conditions than I am. These people will get what's coming to them if they touch a hair on his head. If you could really call them people.

I suddenly heard the door slowly creak open and close again. My breath froze in my throat. I heard foot steps come toward me quickly and quietly. I could tell there was more than one set of feet and they weren't near as loud as I figured someone with evil intentions would sound. I suddenly felt a warm hand press over my mouth and squeaked as the blind fold was removed. I was instantly relieved at the sight of four gratefully familiar faces.Directly in front of me was Liam whose hand was still covering my mouth, Niall and Zayn were at his side, and Harry was at the door keeping an eye on the small window set into the door that looked down a narrow hallway. Liam put a finger to his lips, reminding me to stay quiet and then removed his hand. I was so relieved to see these boys that I let go a single tear.

Liam caught it with his thumb, "shh, you're gonna be ok," he reassured, "we'll get you out of here, babe". He studied the ropes and wrinkled his forehead as though puzzled or trying to remember something. He voiced his thoughts, "this is how the kid was tied up in 'Salem's Lot" he said. I suddenly remembered that part as well.

"Did he escape?" asked Zayn.

"He did...," said Liam. We all waited for him to explain; for I did not remember the steps he took to get out of this trap with out killing himself. He did not seem to notice, however, as he was lost in thought.

"And... how'd 'e escape?" Niall asked.

"Huh? Oh!" Liam said, "well... the thing is, is that it had to be done right or he'd strangle himself. See, what he did was he first made himself sweat. Then, once he was sweaty enough he completely relaxed his muscles. He than began by slipping his feet free by only moving his ankles and feet, which probably wouldn't have worked with those death traps you got on" he added, glaring at my shoes, "anyway, that loosened the neck just a little... after that I am afraid I don't remember." He rested his chin on his hand as he tried to remember." Harry finally spoke up while keeping his gaze on the window, "how do we get her sweaty enough fast enough?" he inquired.

"Does it have to be sweat?" Zayn asked "we could lick her instead."

"No thank you!" I rasped loudly.

He smirked at me "yeah, I was just try'n to lighten you up a bit!" he said patting me gently on the shoulder.

I grunted, "...it's not helping very much..."

He shrugged, "it was worth a shot."

"Hmm..." Niall started, getting us back to business, "how do we get her sweaty..." he said.

His face lit up with an idea, "I got it! Imagine the four of us naked." My face reddened but I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Or we could all get naked." My eyes shot open at Harry's suggestion.

"You would suggest that..." Liam said with a sigh.

Harry turned his green eyes to us, "what?! I think it'd be more effective!"

He looked at me with a crooked smile as he placed his hand against his waist and slowly pushed his shirt up to reveal his smooth, hard stomach, "wouldn't it Holly?"

I bit my bottom lip trying to not laugh and looked away.

Harry looked out the window again and stiffened, "someone's coming from down the hall." He said. Niall said something in Irish that I assumed was a curse.

"You guys hide!" I told them franticly. I couldn't bare it if something happened to them because of me. "NOW!" I hissed when they hesitated.

"O'er here!" Niall said pointing at an old, heavy looking dresser. As they passed to get to the dresser they wished me luck and reassured me. I then noticed the blind fold on the ground.

"Wait!" I rasped quickly. They all stopped and turned back, "the blind fold... put it back on me or he'll know someone may be hiding in here" Harry looked back at the guys and then went to pick up the cloth to gently position it over my eyes. I felt him kiss my temple and leave to join the others behind the dresser.

Knowing the boys where in the room with me, though out of sight, I was no longer afraid, however it hurt like hell that the fifth member of One Direction was not with them. I knew he was being held else where; possibly being tortured or worse__. I heard the door open and close again and hear the heavy footsteps I had expected when the boys came in. They slowly came closer. "Well, well, well... looks like Merodach left me a present, isn't that nice of him". I didn't recognize the voice but it sent shivers up my spine. Who ever it was lifted the blindfold and dropped it to the floor. I looked him in the eye to show I was not afraid of him. "Hello beautiful" he said tilting his head to the side, "names Bastian," he said sticking his hand out for me to shake.