The ouran high school host club. Consists of now 6 members. Missing: The natural type. Will she survive?

It's been 3 days now since the host club has seen their princess Haruhi. Search parties and long ours of tracking cant even find her. What lies ahead for the host club?

"Mori! Mori? Will Haru be coming back? I don't want her to leave us Mori!" Honey told Mori very firmly, tugging on his arm. Hunny had a tear stained face. He really missed Haru.

"She'll come back Hunny...I promise..." Mori replied to Honey. He didn't want to worry him, but deep down, he knew there wasn't much hope for Haru.

The room that was once stone cold was now seemed a bit warmer. Like maybe there was another body in the room. But of course, it was too dark to see. The only sounds that could be heard were a low groaning sound coming from the girls stomach and the slight wheezing of her breathing. Her hands were now starting to get numb, due to the cold atmosphere of the dark, enclosed space.

Suddenly, a door swung open with a loud high-pitched squeak. The light filled the room, causing Haruhi to shield her eyes. She hadn't eaten in three days. The only thing she had was a small flask of water she happened to have in her pack, along with a notebook and a pen.

"Your coming with us" A deep sinister voice called out from the doorway.

Haruhi lifted herself to her feet. She knew she was in no condition to fight or argue, so the only thing she could do at this point was obey the man. Placing her trembling cold hands against the wall for support, she walked towards the light, her eyes squinted. Once she was only feet away from the door, a rough hand reached out and clutched onto her wrist. The hand felt sweaty, and the nails needed a cut. As Haruhi got dragged out of the room, she stumbled along the way, causing the mans nails to break the skin around her skinny wrist. Once she had turned down a few halls, and gone through numerous rooms she finally came to a stop. She was thrown onto the ground like an old unloved doll a child no longer wished to care for. As she lay on her side, feeling life-less 2 dark figures towered above her. These figures looked familiar. What were they going to do to her?

The host club, who refused to stop searching for their Haruhi, were now in a panic. Tamaki was in a state where he wouldn't stop being over dramatic, the twins were trying to keep their heads, Kyoua was talking to one of the police officers and Mori was trying to comfort Honey, who was crying. The police officers told Kyoua, they had searched a great deal of Japan and there was no sign of Haruhi. This was defiantly BAD news. But it seemed it always got worse.

Haruhi didn't have a clue where she was. The shadows that surrounded her seemed to be talking, but she could no longer understand them. Everything going on in Haruhi's mind at the moment didn't seem to make sense. Nothing made sense. What kind of sick people would take an innocent girl hostage for no apparent reason?! What had the world come to? For now, it all remained a mystery...