Based off of Sara Shepard's #1 Novel(s): Pretty Little Liars series:
LIFE SIZE
Chapter One.

My bed seemed to be to cold for my comfort, the lack of body heat that would radiate against my skin from Shayla was missing. I shuffled around my bed comforts, trying to get enough of the sheets to cover my feet, and other parts of my body. Useless. Growing frustrated, I stretched my arms out for the warmth of my lover but just like I had thought-her side is dead cold.
I prop myself up on my right elbow. Empty. The room is like an empty egg shell from another presence. I was alone? I hadn't been alone when I had fallen asleep. So where in hell could Shayla be?
I scratched the back of my head, " Shayla, babe. Where are you? "
The room stayed silent, only my thoughts to be heard. At the end of our bed, sitting and taking guard over us was my cat, Taz. Orange, fluffy, cute as hell and best part about him; over weight. His ears are up, aware of Shayla's disappearance. Maybe it is her sleeping walking, she is still having that problem. I just hope she isn't getting herself into trouble again.
I push the comforts off of my body and sit up from our bed. The room feels more chillier then normal and the moon light doesn't seem to be lighting up my pathway as usual. Strange. I slip into my slippers that Shayla had bought me for Christmas last year-they have Bob Marley's face printed onto them-and walked over to the door to open it.
" What the hell? " I asked, completely confused. The door seemed to be locked.
There are only four doors in the whole house to have locks installed; the front house door, back house door and the 2 bathrooms in my house. I twisted the knob one last time to check if it was just a fluke. Still locked.
" Shayla? " I called out, knocking the door.
Silence. I knocked on the door again, calling out for her name a bit louder then before. Why would she lock me inside our bedroom? Had I made her mad? Why did she have to lock me inside the bedroom with our cat to, I'm pretty sure he had nothing to do between our feud..poor guy might need to poop.
" Shayla? " I knocked once again. Still, nothing.
Giving up on repeatably calling out her name and banging my fist against the door, I sat back down onto our bed. What the hell is going on here? Why is she acting this way? I looked around the room, nothing seems to be out of order-besides Shayla missing the door being locked. Bed, check. Window, check. T.v, check. Camera hanging from our ceiling, check. Wait.. when did we have a camera installed into our bedroom? Did Shay finally come to my reasoning of filming us making love? Is this all a surprise? I had been dreaming of this idea for years since we've met. She always calls me crazy when I bring up the topic but maybe now thinking back to it, she has been teasing me a lot more about it then she normally would. Oh how she loves to torment my sexual fantasy's.
I grew fairly excited and peaked into the camera lens. The camera and lens are moving with my every motion, assuming that she can see me as of right now, or is it a motion detecting camera? Sweet. Under the lens are three little holes, assuming to that those are speakers and then a little-yet bright, red light that keeps flickering off and on every flew seconds.
How did I not notice this camera when I had woken up? The light is so damn bright.
" Uh, babe? Can you hear me?... or, see me? " I asked into the camera.
Two loud beeps followed straight after my question. Is that a yes?
" I am going to assume that you can see, and or at least hear me, " I stated, shifting awkwardly in front of it. " So.. can you explain to me why I am locked into our room babe? Alone, with the cat? "
One beep went off after my question with time. This is getting strange.
" I don't know what that means. " I laughed, eyeing the camera. " Please open the door? "
Two beeps went off loud, following by the sound of the door being unlocked. Woah.
I took my cat into my arms, holding him tight against my chest. Not only is he my favorite living thing on this earth, he is also my first-aid animal. I've had him since I was a young lad and suffering from very bad cases of extreme anxiety since birth, I was required to have a friendly animal companion along my side at all times. He helps me keep my body calm, I haven't really needed him for that pacific reason anymore but I really do enjoy his company still.
The door made a loud creaking noise as I pushed it open. My body began to tremble, this is not our house. When stepping out of my room, the surroundings of the walls extending from miles reach. The walls were painted a dark blue, with one door to the left and another to the right. There is a diamond, yet Gothic looking chandelier hanging from the roof, wooden tables against the walls with vintage lamps to light up the bottoms of the large area. The carpet looked as if it belonged to a haunted mansion. And on the other side of the seconds floor, three doors laid in the exact pattern as the one I am in now except painted a dark pink.
Shocked by what I see, Taz struggled out of my grip and hissed at me to let him go. Scratching my arm as he fell, leaving a open cut.
" Fuck, Taz! wait! " I called out for him as he ran down the stairs.
I stood frozen, " What the hell, where am I? "
I looked at the two other doors, they were unlocked and opened slightly. I hide behind my door, to notice a golden plaque at the edge of the outside nailed the to wall. My eyes narrow, there are words engraved to it.
It read ' Assigned Doll: Daddy '
What the hell is this? Why is there a plaque nailed outside of my room,or what seems to be my room that says daddy on it? I don't have kids, or is this Shayla's way of telling me that she is pregnant?
" What the fuck. " I yelled, punching my room door. The camera went off, letting out one single loud beep. " Fuck you! " I turned my back to the door and slide down it. Crap, my fist really hurts now and even more with the cut Taz gave me.
" Excuse me? Um...where..am I? "
I looked up to see a young boy who looked to be in his maybe late teens. Blonde messy hair, lip ring, tall and slim. He is shirtless and only wearing a pare of Calvin Klein Brief's. What the hell is this kid doing, is he the one that trapped me here?
" Hey! " I yelled. I got up from the floor and walked over to the kid. " Are you the twat that as me hostage here? "
" Please don't hurt me! " He cried out in fear, hiding himself between his legs. " I don't know! I wanted to ask you the same question! "
Shit. It isn't him. " Uh, sorry kid. I didn't mean to be...so violent. "
I reached my hand out, " hey kid. "
He looked up and noticed my hand. He gave it a confused look but took it anyways; helping him back up on his feet. His arms are covering his chest and stomach, he is hunched over, standing awkwardly and trying to cover as much of his body as he could. Strange, he isn't ugly nor fat so why does he look noticeably insecure about himself?

" How old are you? "
He stepped back, his eyes are checking out my body. I take a peak down at myself to see what he is staring at to notice I was wearing the exact same brief's as him, maybe that is why I feel cold. You can see all my tattoos and awkwardly my bulge.
" I, Uh... I- " his eyes couldn't leave my skin.
" Like my tattoos huh? " I asked, smiling at the boy. His face is flustered rose red as he looked deeper to my body. His eyes shut tight. " I don't mind if you look at my tattoos " I laugh. " I got them for a reason. "
" My names Luke " He rushed.
" Zayn, Zayn Malik. " I smiled, reaching my hand out.
His eyes remained closed and both of his arms still tight against his skin. I see one of his nipples showing.
" Hey-Ouch! " Luke yelled, smacking my hand away from him.
I couldn't contain myself from laughing. Luke is glaring at me but soon joined in the laughter. I put my arm around his shoulder and patted his chest.

" C'mon Lucas, don't be so insecure about your body. You look fine. "
" W-wha-really? " He blushed.
" Yeah, anyways. Girls love a small tummy on a teenage boy. "
I led us to the balcony on our side of the staircase. Two large staircases connected to one larger stair that led to the first floor of this mansion. The only way to get to the other side of the room is to cross the stairs. I leaned in, squinting my eyes to see what is across from us. Three doors on the other side and I think they are unlocked for us to go through.
" Hey, Zayn? " Luke asked, distracting my from my thoughts.
His back is leaning against the railing. " Do you think we are the only one's living in this house? "
" I don't know. " I said, scratching the back of my head. " I see three other doors across from us. maybe if we check it out, there might be other people there. "
He smiled. " You think so? I'll follow you where ever you go Zayn. "
We laughed at each other. I gave Luke a quick pat on the back and showed him the way to the staircase to the other side.
" Wait, can I go along with? " A voice from behind asked.
My body tensed, and with my instinct I pushed myself in front of Luke to protect him. There standing was another man. He looks like he isn't much older then Luke. He has a tall frame, long torso and covered in tattoos just like me. His hair is curly and long, brown and he is wearing the exact black Calvin Klein Brief's as me and Luke, except, his has one single word stitched into it.
" Oh, my apologies. I'm Harry, or Harold as my mum would call me. "
I looked back at Luke, but he looks just as confused as I am. My body still covering his, I nodded my head for this man to carry on.
" I assume that is what you guys wanted to know right? My name? " He asked walking closer to us. " I am no danger to you guys I can assure you that. " He smiled widely. His smile is large, but fit perfectly with his bone structure.
" What does that say? On your boxers? " I spoke, pointing to the stitched word.
Harry looked down, moving the font in his view. With every move he made, I couldn't help myself but flinch. he could be the man that has trapped Luke and I here.
"' Alcoholic '. Well that is completely misleading and rude. " He sighed. " That gold plate nailed in front of the room I came out of, had the exact same words engraved on it; well except it said something about me being a doll. "
" Z-zayn. Mine's has a word stitched into it too. " Luke whispered into my ear.
" As do yours-what is you name? "
" Why should I tell you. " I spoke harshly. " You can be the jackass that has Luke and I trapped here. "
Harry groaned, sitting down on one of the steps. " I told you I'm no danger to you-if anything you could be dangerous to me. "
" Zayn, he's in the same clothing as us. Maybe he's a victim too? " Luke whispered.
That could be possible. I sighed, dropping my guard down. Harry smirked, patting the step next to him for us to sit down. Hesitantly, Luke and I took a seat two steps down from him.
" Luke? would you tell me your led's name over here? I would like to address him properly. "

" The name's Zayn. Zayn Malik. " I spit.
" Thank you Zayn. Anyways, as I was saying. You as well have a word stitched onto your brief's Zayn. It says daddy. " Harry smirked, " How, different. "

He was kidding right? Quickly, I grabbed the brace of my briefs and flipped them up so I can see the word. ' Daddy ', just like my plaque.
" Wait, you said that your plaque said the same thing as what your brief's say, right? " I asked. Harry nodded, grabbing a large strand of his hair and began to braid it. Fucking weirdo.
" Lucas, what does yours say? "
In surprise, Luke checked quickly. " Mine sa- " He stopped.
I turned to Luke, his skin tinted pale and his body began to shake slightly. Glancing at Harry, I saw he is staring at Luke too.
" Luke, what's wrong? "
" What does it say? " Harry asked.
" It says ' Homosexual '. I-I'm not gay! I swear! " He yells, grabbing a hold of my hand."
" Luke, it's okay. " I assure him. " Gay, straight, Bi, I don't really care okay. "
He nodded, a tear fighting back in his eyes. Harry nodded at my response, looking almost proud about what I had just said. Ignoring it, I told both boys I would be right back. I need to go check Luke's plaque.
Walking up to his door, i can see a glimpse of his room. Messy, some posters on the wall of older bands I didn't think kids his age would listen too. Yup, typically teenage boys room. I looked back at his plaque, is read ' Assigned Doll: Homosexual Son '.
I walk over to Harry's door and read him. "' Assigned Doll: Alcoholic Uncle. "
There seems to be a pattern going on. Mine says that I am the dad, Luke states that he is my homosexual son and Harry is the alcoholic uncle.What the hell is going on here?
Is this all a joke? Are have we been kidnapped in to being someone's personal dolls? Walking back to Harry and Luke, I over hear there conversation.
" Lucas, it's fine. If you are gay or not, no one would be judging you. I don't mean to be rude when I say this, but we have bigger issues to figure out then someone's sexuality. Like, who trapped us inside this house? " Luke nodded, with a couple of salty tears leaving his eyes. " Anyways, I have a wonderful husband. His name is Louis. He was actually sleeping right next to me before I went to bed, and when I woke up-he was gone and I was here. "
Sad memories flow through my mind, that is what happened with Shayla and I. We were arguing over the stupidest thing and she said she didn't want to continue the conversation. She wanted to sleep and go over it the next day, sadly she wasn't in the same bed as me when I had woken up.
" You're gay? " Luke sounded surprised.
" I'm Harry. " he laughed. " My sexuality doesn't define who I am bud. "
Cutting their conversation short I told them that we needed to head to the other side of the room to see what is behind those three other doors. Both of the boys nodded, all three of us walking across the stairs to the other side. Stepping onto the soft pink carpet, the fragrance of the area changed. From a more masculine scent, to a feminine one.
The three of us each stepped in front of one of the doors, my body is on fire. I don't know what but I am pretty scared to find what can be behind these doors, another set of people, weapons we need to use against each other? If I'm lucky, more cats. The doors are unlocked, one is even wide open like someone had left, or went in through it.

I turn back to the boys. " Luke, Harry. We go through the rooms-don't touch anything. Look around, see if there is any information about where we are or any sights of people, okay? Wait for my signal. "
They both nodded, having one hand on the knob. I gave them the thumbs up and they both rushed into the rooms as I remember there are plaques nailed to these doors too. Looking to the side, I see the gold metal with the engravings on it that.
"' Assigned Doll: Mommy '. "
She is the opposite of what I have, of course. Her room is in the middle of the three doors just like mine, it would make sense that is the polar opposite of me. Does that mean we are the leads? I push open her door and slowly hesitated walking in. At first sight, I see her laying down on her bed; still fast asleep. I step closer to her sleeping state, not trying to be a pervert I notice she is only wearing a bra and panties.
Don't look at them pervert! my subconscious spoke.
I shake my head from my thoughts, and take a look around her room. It has the basic's, pictures of her and what I assume are her friends and even one with an older women who looks just like her. Probably her mother. My mind is having a battle with it's self, how do I just wake up this girl and try to explain to her that she has been taken from her family and friends? That may not even be the case, this can all be just a practically joke, but either way how does a stranger explain that.
" Um....Zayn? " someone knocked.
I turned back to the door and saw Luke standing outside. I put my attention back on the girl making sure she was still asleep, good. Bringing my finger to my mouth, I tell Luke to keep quiet and to talk to me out of the room.
I gently close the door behind me, tip toeing away from the door.
" What is it? Did you find anything? Or... anyone? "
" That's what I wanted to talk to you about, " He said fidgeting around with his fingers. " No one was in the room when I checked. I searched the whole room and no girl was in there-but I do think she left the room because door was wide open."
" Okay..let's check in with Harry then. "
Luke nodded and followed behind to the last room that Harry is investigating. Inside, I see him sitting on the edge of the bed and a young girl with her hands covering her eyes, bawling herself. I sigh, putting my hand on Harry's shoulder.
" I'm assuming you told her, didn't you? "

" It was what I had to do. "
Nodding, I looked back to the girl. She's wearing complete opposites to what me and even the girl in the room I checked were wearing. Bagging sweats and a large t-shirt. Her t-shirt read ' Trouble Maker '. I'm assuming she's the troubled daughter or aunt.
" Hey, " I smiled at her. " What's your name love? "
" Ariana. " She cried, wiping the stray tears falling down her slim face.
" Hey Ariana, I'm Zayn and that is Luke. " I pointed, giving her another smile.
" And I'm Harry! " He said cheerfully. I shot quick glare at him, mouthing that it isn't the time right now to be cheery.

" Ariana, we don't know for sure what is going on here but we need to find out. All of us are going downstairs together and I think it's best that we all stay together. " I said.
Ariana sat down, still crying but nodded and crawled out from her bed and blankets. She is very slim, and pale yet very beautiful and her brunet hair is in a long pony tale. How can anyone take such young children like this? I don't see why me, but at least I am older and moved out from my parents home. But Luke, Ariana, and even that girl sleeping look to be just teenagers.
I let that thought leave my mind, I need to focus what is really important right now. Getting out of here and finding Shayla. Walking out of Ariana's room, I checked her plaque ' Assigned Doll: Trouble Maker Daughter '. Just as I thought, she will be the daughter of what ever is happening right now.
" Anyways Zayn, what about that girl you left sleeping in her room? " Shit.
" Guys, give me a second. I need to wake up the girl that is asleep right now. " I rushed, running to the girls room.
I opened the door, and there she was awake and sitting on her bed. Her breast were showing from her bra and I I couldn't help myself to looking away, she is just so damn beautiful. Her blue eyes, short yet wavy blonde hair and her hips. Perfect.
" Who are you? " She spoke harshly, covering her breast with her hand. My words are lost, nothing can seem to escape my lips. " Stop staring at my boobs you pervert! "

" N-no! No! I wasn't! It jus-you're so beautiful. "
Her face looked flustered, yet I can tell she is blushing. " That doesn't matter! What the hell are you doing inside of my room?! "
" I came to get you " I rushed.
She looked confused. " Came to get me?-came to get me? For what? Because it looks like you just came here to have sex with me! "
" No! Why would you think that? " I asked nervously.
" Your're only in your boxers creep! "

Crap. I forgot that is all that I was wearing. I felt awkward. I covered my bulge with my hands and I could feel my face beginning to turn scarlet red.
" I don't have to time to sit around and explain, so if you would please come with me I will explain on the way " I yelled.
The blonde girl looked at surprised, she nodded her head and stood up from the bed. Her body is so curvy, and she is filling in all of her attire. I feel like such a pervert staring at her like this, she is probably under age.
" I'll...just wait outside-"

" -Yeah you do that. "
~*~
" What's your name? "
" Ashley. "
She still seems mad at me, I don't know why. " Oh, well-names Zayn. "
" I didn't ask, did I? "
Shit. She is furious with me. Walking towards the staircase, I let her walk ahead of me to keep a safe distance away from her. Just in case, who knows what she is capable of and she is steaming anger.
" Ashley... " I spoke carefully behind her. " I, or the other don't know what exactly is going here. We just woke up here not knowing what the hell is going on. One of us is missing too, we believed her to be downstairs and we were all going to go down together which is why I woke you up. "
She ignored me, continuing the walk downstairs. The tension between me and her I feel is growing stronger and if we are going to be staying inside this house, the six of us I think we need to all be getting along. Getting downstairs, Ashley and I take caution with every step on the hard wooden floors. The decor of the house looks like the southern region of America. A large oak wood grandfather clock is under a load of personal pictures of each of us and our family's. I walk closer to the pictures, seeing one with Harry and a man who I assume is Louis. Luke and two other boys who look older then him; his brothers maybe. Ashley and her mother, and a girl who I can't recognize. She is kissing a boy inside a bath tube, both nude. Her hair is split covered, pink and black and she has unique tattoos scattered across her body from what I can see.
" Is this you and your wife? " Ashley asked, breaking me from my thoughts.
My eyes fall to the photo frame she is pointing too. Me, Shalya and my mother. That was day I first introduced her to my family, my mother fell in love with my choice and demanded me taken a picture because she said that Shayla was the one for me. God, how she was right.
" Yeah, " I smiled. " That was the day I introduced her to my family. "
" Zayn, " Ashley choked. I looked at her, eyes building up tears and she gave me a look of pity." I'm-"
" Zayn! Come to the kitchen! Quick! " I heard Luke's voice.
I pushed past Ashley, running in the direction of his voice. Fuck, that kid better be okay. I following his voice into the kitchen, there he was and everyone else sitting on a large circle table. The girl I had saw in the picture frame kissing the boy is sitting down, dunking her cookie inside of a small cup of milk.
I looked to Luke, then back to the girl. " Who the hell are you? "
" Daughter. " She pointed to her bra. Looking down, I saw stitched into it said ' Daughter '. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. " Hi Daddy. "
" Who are you? " I asked once again, in a harsher tone.
She patted the chair next to her. Hesitantly, I took her offer and sat down next to the mysterious girl.
" Are the person that kidnapped us? "

" No, I was wondering the same thing about you guys actually. I woke up and left my room to use the bath room but instead I whined up down here. I was lost and went to the first think that came to mind, the fridge. Lucky for me cookies and milk are in the kitchen. Just sitting here, writing some music until your friends over here came down and disrupted my writing. "
~*~
It's been some time and everyone stayed silent. The all 6 of us sat around the circled table, giving each other glances, except for Ashley who would give me the occasional death glare; still mad over me staring at her in her attire-which she is still only wearing I might add.
A rumble and loud alarm began to go off, we looked on the counter and saw a blue box that had the word ' Mail! ' painted onto it with lights flashing and ending with a ' ding! ' kind of noise. I glanced at Harry, then back at the others. What do I do?
" You're the Dad, you're in charge. " The girl with split hair commented.
I nodded, walking over to the mail box. I slowly opened it, to find a letter that was addressed to everyone. I read out loud.
"' Dear Dolls,
Thank for you playing with me. If you saw outside of your room, I assigned you what dolly you will be playing as! :) Starting TOMORROW the play house will begin! And just like every house, there are rules.
1). ALWAYS address each other by your assigned doll name.
2). No fighting! Unless told otherwise!
3). ALWAYS say in character! Or else you get punished!
4). Watch what you are saying or doing. I'm ALWAYS watching
5). Keep each other safe ;)
6). Survive my Doll house :O
7). Follow my beeps!
- One beep = no
- Two beeps = yes
- RAPID BEEPS = Go straight to your assigned room or else it will get louder until DEATH! D:
If you follow these rules, you get rewarded! :D if you disobey these simple rules, you get punished. But not only you, EVERY DOLL in my Doll House :)
P.S. If you try to commit suicide, there are dart holes in every corner to stop you.
Let's have a fun Plate date tomorrow Dolly's! More rules will be updated as we go along!
Your new OWNER!
-LS '"
We all looked at each other in disbelief. And before any of us can even speak, a loud rapid alarm went off.
~(A/N): Hello, i hope you liked this chapter. Please do not judge my characters and what they are based off of, at least until you find out the reasoning for why they portray as is. I update when I feel like it, and I understand my writing isn't the best, but I sure do hope you can enjoy my story. My story is also based off of the last episode of Pretty Little Liars season 5, i'm currently reading all of the books as of right now.
Leave a comment so I can get your opinions :)

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