Chained

I wake up. Or should i say come to because actually i don't think i even fell asleep. It's cold in here. And dark. Can't see anything. I mean who could in the dark? My back is hurting. Something is on it. My hand reaches back and i feel cold hard metal. I place my hand on the ground and try to push myself up. It's no use. It's too heavy. I fall back down with a thump. Then seconds later i here footsteps and my eyes close as i pretend to be asleep. Keys jugging and the door slams open/ I don't see them.

My head is turned to the wall. I count the number of footsteps they take. Whoever they are. I count how many seconds it takes before i'm dead. Not that it even freaking matters anymore. I won't be here to give the police a report. I'll be six feet under. Or maybe my killer wouldn't even bother to bury my body. Maybe he/she will just dump in the dumpster behind an dirty Chinese restaurant and let me rot. I have to keep myself for breathing heavy and blowing my cover. Like i said.... not like that freaking matters anymore.

"She is even more beautiful up close and sleeping them she is on the streets walking home." Someone says. A man. And another person. Or maybe he is on the phone. "Zayn, you did good," The man says. Wait! Did he just say ZAYN? I swear that's what i heard. But @#!*% what do i know. I know that Zayn wouldn't do this. Would he? I don't know. We had only meet a month or so ago. I don't know who he is. I open my eyes and i finally realized that someone turned the lights on.

"So she wakes up." The man says and i'm tempted to turn my head to look at him. And i do. And we aren't the only ones in this room. There is 4 other men... i mean boys in here. They are only like 3 or 4 years older than me. And may God strike me down right where i lay they are cute. But that doesn't change a thing. Then i almost burst into tears i see Zayn in the corner of the room looking straight at me.

"Zayn, what is going on here? Where am i?" I say, my voice is very hoarse from the lack of water. Zayn doesn't answer me. I try to get up, forgetting that hard metal is on top of me and i fall back down. My head hurts and i think i might throw up. All over this floor. All over this guys shoes. And to tell you the truth.... i really don't care. The boys don't talk. They just look at me. I start putting two and two together and the tears threaten to pour down. THEY KIDNAPPED ME!!! I finally looked at what is on my back. I metal chain attached to my right foot. I turn on my side and the chain rolls off my back and cling next to me.

"I can't wait until my parents call the police and they find me. All five of ya are going to rot in a prison cell for this," I growl at them. And as soon as that is out of my mouth the boys laugh. Hard. Like there is a joke that i don't know about.

"That's funny. Since it's your parents that sold you too us," Zayn says as her wipe the tears out his eyes from laughing so hard. I frozed. What did he just say? And the five boys walk out the room, turning the lights off as they close the door.

Notes

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