"Come here, baby. Don't cry." I snuggle into his chest. Ethan's chest. My boyfriend's chest. He wipes my tears away with the rough pads of his thumbs.

"I'm sorry." I murmur, trying to put a stop to my sobbing.

"Don't be." His voice soothes my fears, the fear of his anger. Why? No clue.

"I have to go. I'm sorry." My voice speaks on it's own accord. My hands lift out of his and my feet spin me around, walking me toward the door. Ethan grabs my wrist.

"No, you can't leave yet." Ethan says, his voice deeper than it normally is. I look back.

"What?" I ask, trying to make sense of all this. I watch as Ethan becomes someone else entirely. I yank my arm back. "Who are you?"

My words shake as if they are alive with my own fear. Green eyes sparkle at me beneath a black hood. The face is invisible.

"You already know me. Remember?"

"What?" The air is thick with tension as the man moves forward.

"Wake up. Wake up Jasmyne." I flinch at the softness in his tone.

"WAKE UP!"

***

Thump.

"Ow." I gasped, my body aching from the fall from my new bed. I was still trying to get accustomed to having an actually mattress, let alone a blanket or pillow. I looked up into Louis's eyes.

"Let's go. We're going to be late." He ushered, picking me up off the ground. I winced at the rush of pain caused by his hands just touching me. I'm in worse shape than I thought. I shivered, wanting to go back to bed and sleep forever. Instead, I rubbed my eyes tiredly. Even that hurts.

"What time is it?" I whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed despite the agony it caused me.

"What are you doing? Get up!" Louis shouted . I found myself flinching away, scooting back from the boy. Instantly, his voice and features softened. "I'm sorry. I didn't me-" He cut himself off. Louis rubbed a hand over his face. "What'd you ask?"

"The time." I muttered, still afraid he'd lose his temper.

"It's 7 at night." With his words, my head snapped up. I knew my mouth was wide open, but I didn't care. I'd slept the whole day away. It had to be because of the bed. It had to be. Or was it just me? Louis nodded as if he sensed my confusion.

"Now let's go. We're already late." He said, only this time he kept his voice down.

"Late for what?" I hated my meek tone, but it was all I could muster.

"Didn't Liam tell you?" Faintly, I recalled Liam mentioning the outside world. I felt my lips turn into a small smile at the thought of being able to go outside, even if it's just once. To feel the sun on my face...it'd be a dream come true. I nodded in response.

"We're going now. Here." He tossed a bundle onto the bed. "He wants you to where that." Louis grimaced, making me afraid to open the bag. He turned to go.

"Louis?"

"Yeah."

"So you-know-who is going to be there?" Was it finally time to meet my kidnapper? Louis nodded and I found myself looking away. I know it was silly, but I was hoping he'd say no. But then again, no kidnapper would let his prize leave without him. I heard his feet move closer to the door.

"Louis?" I called out timidly. He sighed and I bit my lip, hating that I made him sigh in an annoyed way.

"Yes?"

"Will you be there? And the rest of the boys?" I was rewarded with a smile and a slight nod, before he exited, leaving me to deal with the bag of whatever it was. Reaching out a throbbing arm, I pulled the bag open, reaching inside to draw out it's contents. Hell no.

The first thing I pulled out was a skirt. It was black and as I held it up to my waist, I learned that it was barely to my mid-thigh. Oh my god. Am I supposed to wear this? It's not like I'm a nun or anything, but this skirt wasn't even a skirt. It's more like underwear. My fingers drifted up to dance across my bruised face. Better to wear it than go through that again. I put the skirt to the side, reaching in for the next item.

I held up the fabric. Is this a... Their making me wear a corset? Granted it was actually kind of cute, being that it was red and black, but jesus where am I been brought to. A strip club? I tossed it onto the bed, not bothering to see where it landed.

Thank God. I looked up at the ceiling, hoping someone heard my thanks. I'd pulled out a little cardigan. I mean it was short and tight, but it was still something to cover my shoulders. The rest of the items I pulled out consisted of gold jewelry and some real make up, like red lipstick and some eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow. The jewelry was a necklace, bracelets, and a pair of earrings. It was actually a fairly attractive outfit. Not that I'd ever be seen in it normally, but I had to admit. Whoever picked the clothes out had good taste. The door flung open and I jumped, dropping the bracelets in my hand onto the ground. They clinked together endlessly as they settled onto the floor, once again motionless. Zayn stood in the doorway, holding a black box.

"Y-yes?" I stammered, watching a scowl grow on Zayn's face. I bent to pick up the fallen jewelry, trying to block out my pain caused by my actions.

"Here." He stated, tossing the box onto the bed. Placing the bracelets next to everything else, I slowly lifted the lid. A pair of shoes rested on white tissue paper. They were gorgeous. Red with a gold lining. With little cut-outs along the material. One problem though. The heel. I don't wear heels. Ever.

"What's this?" I asked, trying to get over my irrational fear of heels in the seconds I had.

"Shoes. What's it look like?" He scoffed. I felt my cheeks redden. Jesus Christ, I probably look like a cherry.

"Umm yeah. I-I know. C-can't I just wear my c-conv-verse?" He told me to shut up. I did.

"Look. Wear the heels. There is no point in making him angry."

"I'd die either way." I muttered. The moment the words left my mouth, I froze. Did I just say that?

"What'd you say?" Oh. My. God. I did.

"U-umm. I just m-meant that heels a-and I aren't t-that comp-patible." I explained, my voice shaking. I really hate my nervous habits. I wonder if Callie would have helped me with my stutter if I hadn't been taken.

"Wear them."

"Okay." I said quickly, wanting to end my time with Zayn quickly. I bit my lip, dreading what the night held. Where was I going? Who would be there? I wish I could just go home. Zayn must have sensed my panic. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.

"You know I don't like you,but I promise you, despite that, that you're going to be fine. You'll end up back here by the end of the night, all in one piece okay?" His words were something I've needed to hear since Louis woke me up. A tear slipped through my defenses, tumbling down my cheek. "Shit. I don't do tears." Another fell. Then another. "Hey, stop. Please. Stop." I couldn't though. I didn't know how. "Hey. Stop. Stop!" My sobs were choked off at his raised voice. I scuttled away, tripping over the bed, falling onto it before I could stop myself.

"I-I'm sorry." I gasped, trying to wipe the wetness from my skin.

No, I- I mean don- I mean I-" He tried to formulate a decent sentence, but he kept stopping himself. Zayn finally met my eyes. "Get dressed." With that, he headed toward the door. I knew I shouldn't ask, but I had to.

"Zayn?"

He stopped, his back still to me.

"Pinky promise?" I knew it was stupid. But I said it. I asked it. I really did ask for that extra insurance of his promise, knowing that it truly meant nothing. He looked back at me, his eyes full of different emotions. There were so many I couldn't tell them apart. He nodded, walking out of the room.

"Thank you." I whispered.

But he was already gone.

Notes

Sorry, this is just a filler. The good stuff happens in the next chapter! And sorry I haven't been updating recently. HOMECOMING IS THIS WEEKEND!!! SO i've been real busy with that. Anyway I promise you all that after homecoming I'll do a double update, maybe even triple. I don't know we'll see.

Jasmyne's New Outfit!

QUESTION!

Where do you think she is headed?
Do you think she'll meet the kidnapper?