The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

*Jess's POV*

I see nothing. Just...Darkness. But I feel something...Smooth. like Satin, across my eyes. I wriggle around and find that i seem to be tied up to a very uncomfortable wooden chair. My hands are linked behind me, in what I assume are handcuffs. There is also a gag in my mouth, and the air all around me is cold, like ice. I'm barefoot, and I can tell, through touch, that the floor is concreate. I hear a familiar voice.

"Good morning, Princess, sleep well?" Micheal! That bastard kidnapped me! I start wriggling around more, trying to force my way out of the restraints. But it is of no use to me.
"Oh, don't even try to get out, you can't. Oh, and, by the way, sweetheart?" He creepily held my chin in his hand, beginning to take off the gag in my mouth. "No one's coming to save you. Not even Zayn." Zayn! How could I forget?! "Where is he?! What did you do to him?!" I screamed out, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes. He laughed. "Oh, don't worry, you little cunt. I took care of him, for good." No, NO! This can't be happening! "Y-y-you...Y-y-you...I-if y-you've h-hurt him-" "Oh quit your whining, bitch. He's dead. Gone. And he wanted you to know that he never even cared for you; he just wanted you for sex." "No...NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!" I couldn't hide the pain anymore. I wailed in sadness. "Oh, but it is, Princess, and now, you're mine. Forever." I gulped. I didn't want to be with this creep! I got an idea. "Where am I?" You're still in England, sweetie." I cringed. I hated when he said that. "In fact, you're literally across the street from the house! Dumb little slut!" I had to do it. I knew they would hear me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"ZAYN! HARRY! LOUIS! NIALL! LIAM! HELP! IT'S JESS! I'M ACROSS THE STREET! ZAYN! ZAYN! ZA-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH, WHORE!"

*POW* *THUD*

"JESS!"

I knew that voice. My hero wasn't dead.

Notes

*GASP!*
Yay! Jess is going to be safe!...or is she?

~Annalisa