You've Got it Bad

Thirty Three

Perrie's POV

My eyes fluttered open, and I was hit all at once. I found myself lying face down on a freezing cold concrete floor. The air smelled like harsh chemicals mixed with something rotten, making my stomach turn, and every inch of my body screamed in pain.

My arm. Oh my God, my arm. It hurt so much.

It was out of the sling and my hands were tied together in front of me, the broken bone sending sharp, blinding pain through me with every move I made.

My wrists and ankles burned where it felt like something sharp was digging into my skin.

My stomach twisted as I looked down and realized it wasn't rope holding me down. It was barbed wire, cutting into my skin every time I moved. I could feel the blood trickle down and every small movement tearing my skin further.

I tried to cry out, but my mouth was taped shut, muffling my screams, so I bit down on the inside of my cheek to try and focus on anything but the pain. It wasn't working. It was too much.

I forced myself to look around, desperate to understand where in the hell I was. The room was empty except for a single red metal chair bolted to the floor in the corner.

Chains dangled from each side of it, and it sat directly over a small drain in the concrete. My stomach twisted and my heart sank as my mind raced with the worst thoughts.

What was this room for? What were they planning to do to me?

The walls were made of rough concrete, smeared with dark stains I didn't want to think about. Rubble and dust were all over the floor, and in one corner, a sheet of clear plastic hung loosely from the ceiling.

Above me, a single light dangled from the ceiling by exposed wires. It flickered every few seconds, the faint buzzing sound it made only adding to the unease crawling under my skin.

I felt panic start to rise, my heart pounding like a drum in my ears. My breathing was shallow, every gasp of air barely filling my lungs. The tape over my mouth only made it worse, trapping me in silence.

I couldn't stop the questions racing through my mind.

Who brought me here? Why? How did this happen?

The last thing I remembered was having coffee with Jesy and walking to my car. Did I even make it inside? Everything after that was a blank.

I tried to push myself up, but my body wouldn't cooperate. As soon as I moved, another sharp, white-hot pain shot through my arm, ripping another muffled scream from my lips.

Tears streamed down my face as I just laid there, pain coursing through me, and too scared to move and cause any more.

Panic set in instantly, my breaths turning quick and shallow. My chest heaved and my vision blurred as my heart raced out of control.

Stay calm, Perrie. Just breathe.

I counted in my head, trying to calm myself down.

One... two... three...

But every number felt harder to hold on to than the last. I was trapped, broken, bleeding, and alone.

I didn't know how I got there, but what I did know was that I needed to get the hell out of there. I couldn't just lay there and wait for whoever to come back for me.

Despite the excruciating pain, I started to drag myself across the floor. My limbs felt like dead weight, every movement slow and agonizing. The barbed wire tore deeper into my skin with each pull, but I forced myself to keep going.

Tears blurred my vision as I made my way to the middle of the room. My body trembled from the cold concrete and the pain, and my mind screamed at me to stop, but I couldn't.

Then I heard voices.

I froze, my body stiffening as I strained to listen. They were low, deep, and muffled, coming from another room. I turned my head toward the sound, my heart hammering in my chest. Two shadows moved in the next room.

I couldn't make out what they were saying, but their presence made my blood run cold. I inched forward slowly, dragging my body across the floor.

The movement sent nothing but agony through my broken arm and tore at my wrists and ankles, but I couldn't stop. I needed to see them. I needed to know who they were and what they wanted.

My eyes locked onto their feet. One pair of sneakers faced the other, shifting slightly as they talked, still too quietly for me to understand.

But then one of them turned. Two feet faced my direction, and my heart stopped. My stomach dropped as the figure stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

He wore a dark hoodie, the shadows obscuring his face. He moved slowly, deliberately, his footsteps heavy on the concrete. I tried to shrink into myself, my body trembling uncontrollably, but I couldn't move.

He stopped a few feet in front of me, tilting his head as if studying me. His silence was deafening, his presence suffocating. I whimpered softly behind the tape, tears streaming down my face.

Without a word, he reached down and grabbed my arm. His grip was like iron as he yanked me upright like I weighed nothing, dragging me to my knees.

The barbed wire ripped further into my flesh, and my broken arm shifted uncomfortably, and I screamed against the tape, my body convulsing in pain.

"Shut up," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

I froze, staring up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. He reached into his pocket, and I felt cold metal press against my temple. My heart stopped.

A gun.

"Make another sound," he hissed, "and I'll blow your fucking head off."

I whimpered softly, my body trembling as I tried to stay as still as possible, despite the pain shooting through me.

Then, without warning, he drew his arm back. The last thing I saw was the butt of the gun coming down toward me.

The pain was sharp and immediate, splitting through my skull like lightning. My vision darkened, the room spinning wildly before everything faded to black.

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A/N: Hello you gorgey huns! I hope you all are enjoying the story and the twisted turn of events (insert evil laugh here). Inspiration hit and I'm just gonna run with it lol. Who do you think has kidnapped our little Pezza? Do you think she'll survive? 😳❤️