Chained

Kiara's POV

I don't know how long i have been in this room, in the dark, laying on this dirty floor but i could tell it's been a while. Probably two days or so. I haven't eaten, gone to the bathroom, or drank anything. It's not because no one has bother to get me off the floor. It's because i believe that dying of starvation is better than this shit hole. Countless times someone has come open this door and i always told them to leave me alone. I think it was Zayn most of the time. And i was too hurt to want to even here his voice. I cried through the nights. Stayed quiet through the mornings. I probably looked terrible and for once i really didn't care. Like i said before... they might not even find my body. I think about what the boy said. I don't believe him though. About my parents selling me to them. I think they just panicked and said that. Mom and dad would never do that.

But yet here i am crying again. Maybe they did sell me. I did noticed that looked mom ave Zayn before we went on our so called "date". My first date and i'm already kidnapped. My first date and i already trusted the wrong person.

Someone knocks on the door and i tell them to go away. Surprised that i even have a voice left by now. My throat hurts and begs for water but i refuse to get up and walk out this door. Am i even allowed to? There is a second knock but i don't say anything. The door bust wide open and the lights flicks on. I winced and is quick to cover my eyes.

"Get your ass up!" This boy grabs my arm and i should say rather hard and I swing at him. He catches my hands effortlessly and i feel weak compare to him. He drags me out the room, down some steps and into another room. He forcefully sits me on a seat and i rub my eyes, getting used to the lighting in here. I look around the room. My killers are here. I see Zayn and I send him a death glare.


"You have been in that room for quite some time. I think it's time to come out. Don't you think?" The boy with a slight quiff and warm brown eyes asked. I couldn't talk. I needed water. I needed to get the fuck out of here. So i just stand up and the boy with blond hair stands up with me. I saw a kitchen on my way here but he stands in my way.

"Where in the fuck do you think you are going?" He spits and i just smack him in the face because i really don't like his tone or language he is using. I run pass him to the kitchen and turn on the water, putting my mouth to the water. after about 5 gulps of water someone shuts it off.

"Hey," I say and turn around getting a big hand across my face. I fall to the floor.

"You fucking bitch." i heard him say. Why did I slap him??????

Notes