Kidnapped By One Direction

I walked slowly through the allyways, looking behind me every now and then. I walked faster when I heard the wind whistle, as if it was a sign. I heard footsteps behind me, my breath increased. Maybe I was paranoid. Or just not prepared to walk peacefully, after all it was 2:00 am. I work too late and my boss doesn't care. I turned a couple of times, trying to lose the footsteps but they followed me. My heart told me to look back, but I dared not. I kept walking quickly until 4 boys surrounded my exit. "Going somewhere?" They smirked. "H-Home," I gulped. "That's nice, you can go home later though!" A boy with blonde hair said. His Irish accent filled my ears. I couldn't speak. And with that a cloth was placed over my mouth, I tried not to breath. But my breathing was too heavy to be controlled. Everything went black.