Goodnight [H.S]

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My eyes quickly open due to the bright lighting in whatever room I'm in. I look down to my chest where a throbbing pain is, it's now covered by a bandage. I move my gaze around the room, I'm laying on a bed with white sheets right next to a window overlooking fields at the front of the room is a flat screen tv that's fit into the intricate designs in the wall.

This all seems... familiar.

I carry on looking round the room to where the fitted wardrobes were on each side of the bed, one was slightly open so I could see an assortment of black, red, and white clothes.

I suddenly realise my wrists are tied onto the headboard of the bed. What the-

Five guys walk in and I instantly recognise one of them. Zayn.

"Where am I? Who are you? What are you going to do?" I spit out tugging on the ropes trying to get free

"Of course boss wants this one. Why can't she just keep her mouth shut" one with brown hair crosses his arms looking me up and down.

"Untie me and I might shut up!" I yell pulling on the ties with all my might, but it's still no use.

"Come. Let's take her downstairs" the familiar voice from earlier rasps. He's the one that killed my boss. The brown haired boy shook his head "Louis do it."

My hands fall down to my sides tinging with pain, "What is wrong with you?" I snap rubbing my wrists in circles trying to soothe the pain

"Let's just go. I can't be bothered to fight Styles today" The boy I now know as Louis says pulling me up from the bed

This should be interesting.

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After what seems like an eternity of climbing down stairs we finally reach two steel doors, they look like the fire exit doors that used to be in the orphanage.

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"Lia! Get back here now" the matron screams with her cane in hand. I ignore her.. keeping on running and running, I see the fire exit door in front of me pushing aimlessly at it.

"Move move... Move!" I mutter under my breath still hearing her feet edging closer and closer. ever. so. slowly.

"What do you think you're doing?"

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I shudder at the thought of what came next. I push the thoughts out my head as the two double doors open wide revealing what seems like an army bunker.

The stone walls stretch high up with some stones missing, the floor is flat concrete that radiates the smell of tobacco from the flattened cigarettes on the floor. To my left a group of people are fighting then another group is shooting a gun, but it makes no noise. On my right there's rows and rows of bunkbeds. We carry on walking to a set of other double doors but this time there's a scanner. The man known as 'Styles' leans forward in front of the scanner so it's got a clear view of his eye, a little ping comes from the machine and he opens the door revealing white walls everywhere with what looked like gold pushed into it in a nature like pattern. White pillars stretched from the wooden floor to the ceiling that was also white. In the walls there were little rooms or... places? One looked like it was filled with clothes and the others had display cases by the window. We took a left then another left then a right, we come to mahogany doors but this time Styles just opens the door. A few king sized beds were against the wall but other than that it seemed like a gym, with workout equipment everywhere.

Is this a TV show? Is someone going to jump out and say whatever them people say on those shows.

"What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?" The curly hair boy whispers millimetres away from my face.

"My tongue is fine." I roll my eyes at the stupid 'cat got your tongue' phrase. How could a cat even get my tongue?

He comes even closer to me "don't roll your eyes at me. Ok, baby?"

"I'm not your baby" I say back with little pauses between each word.

"You belong to me now. I can call you whatever I want, baby" he taunts

"I don't 'belong' to anyone." I argue back

"What about mummy and daddy?" He says in baby like voice and sticks out his bottom lip

"They dumped me in an orphanage." I say bluntly shrugging my shoulders

"Well they're not here are they" he laughs a little. He has a peaceful laugh, perfect even. The other guys start laughing as well making me kind of uncomfortable.

"Stop laughing like hyenas and tell me what the fuck I'm doing here" I flail my arms around.

"Well you're going back upstairs but you needed to know where you're working didn't you?" Styles scoffs

"What do you mean" I groan rubbing my temple, I can't deal with this right now.

"This isn't a holiday. You need to work, so, we're training you to be one of our agents." He shrugs picking a gun up from a nearby table and passing it to me.

"Whatever. Can I sleep? Or is that not what 'agents' do" I ask sarcastically

"Fine, we'll take you to your room" A blonde one speaks out, he's Irish.

I nod in gratefulness and follow them back to the room I was previously but this time a note was on the bed, the door slams then locks behind me.

I extend my hand to the folded piece of paper with 'Lia' scribbled on the front

"Guess I'm going to have to read this."

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What do you think is going to be in the letter?????

Please give me any tips or whatever in the comments

Stay safe

-Kristen