Strings (Book 2 in the CCHR Series)

Chapter 5

Liam POV

There was tape on my mouth, and rope around my hands. I was tied to a chair.

I was at Niall's flat, when suddenly security I had never seen barged in. It wasnt the typical team, and rather than asking me to leave, they tugged my arms behind my back and forced me out the door. I was yelling at Niall, and thrashing. I didn't want to go, but I would have obliged.

They threw me in the back of a van, it was dark and I had to idea where I was going. Of course I tried multiple times to bang on the doors and get out, but it was to no avail. Finally the van stopped, I had no idea how long we had been driving. They opened the door and tried to come at me again, but I swung a punch. I missed, and they managed to get my hands tied behind my back, they blindfolded me, and put tape over my mouth. They guided me God knows where, shoved me into a chair and tied my hands and arms down. They took off the blindfold, but all I could see was four cement walls, and the back of a man retreating out the door. I heard the click of the deadbolt on the door as he left, and knew I was trapped.

Who the hell did this to me? Why? As far as I knew, I had done nothing wrong. None of us had, except maybe Harry and Lou. Technically it was nothing wrong, just not managements ideal situation.

I realised my watch was still on my wrist and checked the time. It had been several hours.

I took a breath and took in my surroundings. I noticed a camera in the corner, and stared at it for a couple minutes.

After a while, I saw it click on. A green light flashed and I knew it was recording. Then, there were noises like someone was walking down the stairs. The lock russled, and I started lashing about again. Tears of frustration and terror ran down my face.

I was helpless. My situation was hopeless.

Next thing I knew, a big bulky man had come in the room, and he was untying my hands.

I yelled into the duct tape. He didn't respond, just pulled me up and shoved me against the wall. He held me there with his knee, and looked directly into my eyes.

"My name's Mike," he said with shining eyes. I could tell by that look that he was excited, thrilled even, that he was in total control of me.

"How are you today Liam?" He sneered. I closed my eyes, and a tear rolled down my face. I was afraid to lash out.

I had boxed all my life, we worked out on a daily basis, and I jumped around so much, but looking at Mike I knew that thrashing and fighting back would only get me hurt.

"I was chosen by the main man, Ryan, to capture you," Mike jeered. "Obviously, this is illegal, in fact it's a full form of kidnapping. I, Ryan, and everyone involved could be arrested and charged for a lot of money Liam."

I leaned my head against the wall in an attempt to get away from this man's awful breath. He continued.

"The catch you see, Liam, is that... We won't get caught. I've been doing hired kidnaps for 7 years, and I'm still free. My specialty is no evidence kidnaps. I know how to eliminate all possibilities of the kidnap being related back to me or my boss, and this one I'm sure will be the same."

Mike reached up and slowly peeled the duct tape from my mouth. I inhaled deeply, but stayed silent.

"Nothing to say Liam? Rendered speechless?" He teased. He lowered me to the ground, and kneeled down so he was my height.

"Just one thing," I said, panting. "Ryan's daft if he thinks he's not going to prison for this. Our band is internationally famous, we've had albums, videos, interviews, and private recordings leaked by our fans. These girls have gained access to phone call recordings, private emails, and more. I don't care how good you think you are. These girls are better. And besides, this war between Harry and Louis and management isn't a fair one." I paused.

"Exactly," Mike said. "Ryan and his team will be victorious, there's 100 of them, and 5 of you."

"No. There's 100 of them, and a million of us," I spat. "With our girls behind us, if you think that Ryan is going to get away with this, your head is way to far up his ass."

A glitch of anger coursed through Mike's eyes, and he pulled me to my feet and shoved me in the chair. He tied my hands back together, and replaced the piece of duct tape. I remained calm the whole time, even when Mike slapped my cheek and left.

Through the burn on the right half of my face, I smiled for two reasons.

One-- I was fully confident in our fans abilities.
Two-- When he threw me back in the chair, I realised that these idiots had missed something important.

My phone was buzzing, still in my pocket.

And if routine said anything, it was screaming that my location services were on.

--------------------

Hi guys! So, short update I know, but I felt like I should give you something! Grampy is in a temporary room at a nursing home, so it's still pretty busy around my house. I hope all of you had a merry christmas, and that you have a happy and healthy 2015! Xx

Also, I need 3 of your twitter usernames, I don't have twitter, so I'm not going on a follow spree or anything. I need them for the story. If you're interested, drop yours in the comments and I'll do a random draw! :) If I don't get any, I'm making them up! I like involving you guys, and I hope you are still enjoying this story. I took a brief hiatus, but I think I'm back, and ready to write more of Strings!! ;) Thanks guys for your patience, you are in fact, the best readers ever!! :*

Ciao!!

Elaine <3