Kiddnaped or is it Bandnaped?

The Warehouse

We had been in this stupid van for about three days now. The only good thing was that we got three meals - without cutlery of course. We were also finally given blankets despite the fact they boys were still 'tied up'.

Suddenly the car sped up before abruptly stopping.

"No it's ok, we like getting thrown about like ragdolls. It's not like we have bruise or anything!" I mutter under my breath.

"Shhh, its fine. Calm down," Zayne soothes me. I throw him a grateful smile.

As footsteps approach the van, I quickly tie the boys up. Sunlight pours into the van, stunning me for a second. Just long enough for me to be dragged out the van alongside the guys. Glancing round, I notice we are in front of an old warehouse. Apart from missing glass pains and a semi-burnt down roof, it is in a relatively good state.

Roughly, they drag us into it. Like a classic kidnapping story they lead us into the cellar. Set up are six beds, I must say I'm impressed. Either they accommodated for me or just had an extra bed. For some reason I think the latter is more likely. There are lights, a TV, three sofas a separate bathroom four big wardrobes and even an Xbox.

The room is a large space; it is open plan with a bachelor style theme, only hinted with a touch of more feminine things, probably due to my unlikely stay. Everything was designer; the space decorated and set up expertly. Even I struggled to find a flaw and I'm a master critique.

"Excuse me, but the light over there isn't working, where will I get changed, the kitchen is way too small and the beds are in the wrong place, they should be over there, out of the way so you don't feel like it is one big sleepover but more of a place to hang with the bonus of beds," I smile sweetly to a guy holding the door open. A bit of polite introductory bullsh*t sees rather fitting to me .

He didn't even so much as look at me.

"Well at least I can design a suitable area for six people, mixed gendered with different personalities to live in!" I yell. I know he didn't design it but the person who did will hopefully be told.

"Plush," I note verbally, "I must say I'm impressed. You sure are caring..." I talk to them. The buff guy holding me smiles while shaking his head. I think they like me really, well probably not, but we'll bypass that.

They untie us, and then leave locking the door behind them. I run to the bathroom, slamming the door.

"Dibbs on first shower," I shout behind me, hearing a few chuckles. I rush because the door doesn't have a lock and you can never be too sure with males. The bathroom had both male and female shampoos/conditioners and shower gel. It was fully stocked with soap, toilet roll, flannels and towels. It's like being at home. What the hell is this!

Realising there might be clean clothes, I shout through asking someone to check the wardrobes. A few minutes later clothes including underwear (shiver) are passed through. Even more creepy is the fact that everything fits perfectly.

Eventually, we are all showered and changed. Sitting apart form the boys I go through my fleece pockets. I am wearing the same fleece from a few days ago, mainly because it's relativly cold down here but also because I need familiarity. I find my phone, phone charger, mp3, headphones, mp3 charger, an un-eaten chocolate orange  out of its box because that's the only way it would fit and a ring. I flushed with embarrasment; I really need to get rid of it. Looking round, the strangeness of the situation really starts to sink in. Sure we had beenkidnapped but everything is good. We have food, a shower, clean clothes, even bloody sockets in the wall, Wi-Fi and everything we could want. We could all be who we wanted to be without anyone judging or seeing. Or maybe theats what they wanted us to think. It is all too staged; I wouldn't be surpirised if it was a reality show.