Chapter 7: Dying For You
*Nick and the Kidnappers*
Nick awoke to the sound of two men talking in soft whispers. One had a deep voice, another a voice that sounded like he had swallowed a whistle; it was really squeaky and high pitched.
Nick could feel ropes pulled tightly around his wrists. His feet aren't touching the ground, either, they're dangling in the air. He opened his eyes and looked up, seeing a rope coming off each of his wrists and tied to a pole above his head. His arms were aching. He let out a groan. The kidnappers looked up from their conversation and stared at Nick. A sly grin lit each of their faces. Nick gulped and grimaced.
''Ah... Mr Jonas, you are awake'', said the one with the deep monotone voice. He was fairly tall, wearing all black, and he had a bald head. Nick just glared at them, then groaned in pain, his stomach was hurting again and so were his wrists.
'' You in pain?'' asked the one with the squeaky voice, like a mouse. He, too, was wearing all black, but matching his voice, he was rather short, but had dreadlocks running all the way down his back. He looked rather odd, Nick thought.
''Yes... Well... That would be my doing. I would apologize but what you did to my daughter was unforgivable.'' The tall one said. Nick just stared, confusion showing in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Instead Nick groaned, again, at the pain that he now felt searing down the throat.
''About the liquid I used to knock you out, some of it went down your throat as it hadn't soaked into the gag completely, so I imagine that it is burning, right?'' Nick just glared at the bald man. He refused to even acknowledge the asshole.
'' Haha!'' The short one said. ''Confused?! How dare you forget my little girl! You!? I can't believe it!''' He started walking up to Nick, and punched him right in the gut. Nick groaned really loudly this time. ''You deserved that, after what you did to my daughter. You broke her heart. She had been dreaming for that day since she was six!'' He spat. ''Don't remember, the little fifteen year old girl, last spring, that went to kiss you and you simply turned your head and walked away!? Blond, blue eyes, she was wearing her new top, she had paid £200 for it, and a pair of skinny jeans that she bought for £180, just the day before, and it was all for YOU! I told her that there was no point, 'cause you wouldn't care. But she persisted that you would notice, and you would at least kiss her back, even if you didn't ever date her. She just wanted you to know her name! She wanted a taste of your, quote, ''luscious lips''.'' The short guy finished, and left Nick with a shocked look on his face. They did this to me, just because I didn't kiss his daughter! Nick thought, anger flaring up. ''So, do you remember her now?'' the squeaky man asked. Nick just nodded, a complete lie seeing as so many fans come up to him each year trying to steal a kiss.
''Well you ARE going to pay for it.'' The bald one said. Nick gulped wondering what worse they could do to him. The big one turned his back to Nick and bent over a table. He started fiddling with some things, Nick could hear clanking. The little man walked up to him with a planted grin on his face. He stared at Nick, then laughed. It wasn't a comical laugh, it was more of an evil laugh, as if he knew what was going to happen to Nick. Well he probably does, Nick thought.
The bald one turned around holding onto two metal clips with wires coming out of them. Nick followed the wires with his eyes, to see that they were connected to a small black box on the floor by his feet. He gulped for like the hundredth time. Nick knew what that was. He knew what they were going to do to him. He looked down and only just realised that he didn't have a shirt on. That confirmed his suspicions. The men saw the expression on Nick's face, pure fear, and laughed to themselves. Nick just prayed for someone to come to his rescue. Before anything got worse.
