If Things Were Different

Chapter Three

Darkness.

Darkness, cold, and a dull pain in your head. Those were the only three things you were completely sure of as you woke. You had no idea where you were as you peered around the pitch-black room. A broken window was the only thing you could really see, but other than that, it was nothing but inky darkness. Wincing, you try to move your hand to investigate what was causing your head to pound, only to find that your wrist was tied in place. A quick tug of your arms and legs proved that you were tied down to...whatever this thing was.

Cardboard?

A metal structure of some kind?

You weren’t entirely sure, but it felt like it. A groan escapes your lips as you lift your head and reluctantly lower it once more against your uncomfortable makeshift bed. A small yelp escapes from your lips when your shoulder and leg started hurting out of nowhere, reminding you of the past events. But...how long ago did that happen? Who were those people? Is (BFF/N) okay? Is (he/she) even alive?

“Oh, you’re awake.” You turn your head to the new voice, taking in the quiet British accent and how hoarse it was. Soft footsteps, almost too silent to hear, make their way towards you. On impulse, your whole body shifts away and tries to get as far from the footsteps as possible. “You do realize that you can’t move, right?”

“I’m aware,” you snap, immediately regretting your tone of voice. The male chuckles darkly, seemingly stopping next to you. The air next to the right side of your hip was tense, the aura that he emits sending chills down your spine.

“I’d watch that smart-ass mouth of yours if I were you,” the male says, a threat underlining his words. You clamp your mouth shut, eyes wide as you stare at the darkness in his general direction. “Now, don’t be one of those cliché bitches everyone always sees in movies and skip the idiotic questions. I’m not going to tell you my name, I’m not going to tell you where you are, and I’m certainly not letting you go. You have too much importance right now, for reasons that I’m not going to tell you. Just be a good little girl and answer every question we have. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes,” you mutter, swallowing thickly. The male hums, clearly happy with your answer.

“Good. Also, a good note to keep in mind: Don’t try to escape. You’ll be extremely unsuccessful, and I have many friends eager to rip you to shreds, and no telling if they'd want to play around with you before they kill you.” Your eyes widen, but you refuse to move. The sound of cloth being moved makes you wince, but you quickly realize that the male isn't touching you, nor your clothes. A disgusting smell, one that smells oddly like a rotting piece of meat, reaches your nose, leaving you to gag on reflex.

“Ugh,” you groan softly, wrinkling your nose and turning your face away from the scent. The male chuckles darkly once more.

“Something wrong with my meal?” he asks coldly. You make no move nor a sound to answer him. “What, scared of me?” You hear the smirk in his voice, and the little voice in your head tells you not to say anything. You don't listen.

“No shit,” you growl, narrowing your eyes in his direction. “You're keeping me here against my will, injured, and for reasons you refuse to tell me. Why wouldn't I be scared of you freaks?!”

It was at this moment that you knew that you had fucked up.

Hands were quickly placed around your throat, squeezing until your airway was cut off. You gurgle, straining for the oxygen that tasted sour on your tongue, but any oxygen was better than none.