Kidnapped by Superstars

*Rebel's POV*

I awake to a dark room yet again. Jesus, why can't these people buy a fucking lamp? I wriggle around, only to find I am, once more, tied down, only this time, I'm tied to a bed, with each limb roped to a corner. My legs are spread...Fuck. I feel cold. I look down. Yup, I'm naked. Those sick bastards, I'm only fourteen! My mouth is Duct-Taped shut, and I'm pretty sure the ache in my arm isn't just a bruise, it feels like a shot. Well shit, they drugged me! The door creaks open, letting in a small glimpse of light, then, a curly-haired silhouette appears in the doorway. He turns on a lamp, and I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep in hopes of him leaving me alone.

"Dammit, Liam, she's still asleep!" Hmm. British. I live in Virginia...Oh fuck. I hear the sound of footsteps, and assume that another man has entered.
"Well, don't blame me, Harry, you're the one who drugged her!" More footsteps. Holy shit how many of them are there?
"Wait a minute, I don't think she's asleep, boys. Here, watch." Great. This one's Irish. Well, this is just fuck-tastic.

He walks over to the bed and I try not to show that my breathing has quickened. Apparently, I failed.

"See? She already started breathing heavily. Now, I think I know how to really wake her up..." Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This isn't happening. I'm dreaming. No! I feel his hand on my shoulder, and I immeadiatly lash it away from him. I try to kick him in the balls, but, oh, right, I'M TIED TO A FREAKING BED. I scream against the Duct-Tape, hoping to make some noise to alert someone nearby. Suddenly, my face stings. Wait a minute...Did he just slap me?! Oh, HELL NAW! I immeadiatly whip my head back towards him, giving him my best 'Oh when I get my hands on you you are going to wish you had never been born' look.

"Yeah, she's awake. Liam, go get Lou." The Irish one says. He moves his hand towards my face; I'm terrified. He leans down to my level, and whispers to me, his lips grazing my ear ever so softly. "Alright, now, I'm going to take this tape off of you, but ONLY if you promise not to scream; otherwise, there will be consequences. Got it?" I nod my head. I think I want to be able to breathe more easily, so, yeah. I'm fine with losing the tape. He quickly rips it off, causing me to quietly scream in pain. What? It hurts, OK? "Alright, Rebecca-" I interrupt him. "How do you know my name?!" He glares at me harshly. "OK, I'm going to let you off the hook, this time, since we have not yet told you the rules-" I open my mouth to speak, but he presses a soft finger to my lips, shushing me. "Yes, there are rules. If you do not follow them, you will be punished. Here are the rules: 1. You do whatever we say, unless the rest of us disagree on the matter. 2. You do not try to escape. We will find you, and you will be sorry. And, 3. Whatever you do, NEVER make any of us mad, especially Louis. He's the one who came up with the idea to take you in the first place. Do you have any questions?" His voice sounds...Vaguely familiar. "Uhm...Yeah. Who ARE you guys anyway? I feel like I know you..." He chuckles. "Well, I'm Niall. That, over there," He points to the other figure in the doorway. "Is Liam. Harry went to get Louis, and Zayn is, uh...Taking care of something. Don't ask." Wait a minute. Niall...Liam...Harry... Louis...Zayn...HOLY FUCKING SHIT! "Oh...Oh my g-g-god...You're...You're...You guys are...Oh my g-god, You're One Direction!" He smiles. "I had hoped you'd recognise us. Yes, we are One Direction." I choke on my words. "B-b-but...Why? Why w-would y-you t-t-take me? This stuff only happens in fanfictions...(Author's Note: *Wink!*)" He slightly laughs at my comment. "Well, we didn't just take you. We've been watching you, Rebecca. Well, mostly Louis, but, still. We wanted someone to have to ourselves, someone the media wouldn't know about. And that someone, just happened to be you, sweetheart." I cringe at his words. Yeah, I know he's Niall Horan, BUT HE'S ALSO MY KIDNAPPER.

I'm so fucked.

Notes

Excited? Laters, directioners!

~Annalisa