This is a little longer right? Lol

-doing my best to write a decent story-

Oh and I really appreciate the comments/reviews that I've been getting. It's nice to know people actually look at/like my shit. xD

"Whose brilliant idea was it to buy pudding at 12 in the morning?" Kendall groaned, face sore and slowly scabbing over.

"Yours," they replied in unison.

"Of course it was..."

They were inside a small room, the tan paint on the walls peeling, with a dirty little window, located opposite of the locked door, that probably wouldn't really light up the room in even if it were daytime. The only light source inside that room was the light bulb dangling above them, slowly flickering on and off. And the boys were sitting on the ground, which was cleaner than the two twin size mattresses that the kidnappers so generously provided for them -both were littered with various unknown stains, no sheets or blankets.

The men had removed Kendall's, James's, and Logan's blindfolds once they were inside the room, leaving all except Carlos clueless on how to get out of this place. But then again, Carlos probably didn't remember all the turns they took seeing how directionally challenged their shortest band member was.

James sighed, "We have to get out of here. There's no mirrors or bathrooms or anything! I need my hourly hair care products! What do they even want with us anyways?"

"Murder. Ransom. Revenge. Human slave trafficking," Logan began listing reasons that came to mind, each drawing his brows closer and closer together. "Guys. I don't want to be a slave. I don't want to be dead either," he squeaked.

They all looked at each other worriedly. None of those options sounded too pleasant.

"Please let it be ransom. Please let it be ransom," Carlos chanted when the door opened, revealing the two men.

"Here's how it's gonna work. I ask, you answer or you get shot. Alright?" Paul said, leering especially towards Carlos. The boys nodded, gulping at the "getting shot" threat. "Good. Now we're gonna need your parents' phone numbers."

"Yes it's ransom!" Carlos shouted, quickly shutting up at the growl coming from the man's throat. They each gave their numbers with no resistant. They silently agreed that it'd be better for their parents, especially Kendall's mom, to know their situation, rather than getting shot and dying.

"What's gonna happen now?" Kendall asked after the two had left, staring blankly at the door.

"They're most likely going to call each of our parents, demand a ridiculous amount of money that's to be given to them in a certain amount of time or we get shot and thrown off a cliff into the sea," Logan whispered dejectedly, his words heard but not quite sinking in. This whole thing felt so unreal. Like it was a horrible dream that they'd wake up from. Carlos hit his head against the wall and sure enough, it hurt.

This was happening.

They were tired.

Really really tired.

It was 2 or 3 AM and despite all their bondage and worry, they were beginning to doze off. James was leaning against the wall a few feet away from the corner, snoring softly, his long legs stretched out with Logan using one leg as a pillow and Carlos lying on the other. Kendall was still awake however, his scratched up cheek still throbbing slightly from earlier. He looked over at the three sleeping and chuckled humorlessly.

God this is fucked up. One moment they're four hockey players from Minnesota, the next they were a boy band in LA. One moment they were laughing and buying pudding, the next they're tied up in a smelly room by a couple of turdfaces who decided to make kidnap and ransom their way to put bacon on the table.

He let out a tired sigh and scooted over to sit against the wall near his sleeping friends.

Nothing to do but wait and see what happens.

Penny for your thoughts?