A/N= Thank you all of you who have reviewed chapter 1! =D It made me sooo happy!
So here is chapter 2. Hope you like it ;D
Four in the afternoon
Chapter 2
Dougies POV
I kept bumping into things while the van drove off. My hands were tied very tightly together behind my back, and I couldn't see a thing. I don't know for how long we drove, but when the van finally came to a stop my body was sore from all the bumping. I heard the front doors opening and closing again, and then the door of the back opened. I heard it and I saw a bit of light through the blindfolds, though I couldn't see anything else. Someone roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the van, I stumbled a bit to stay on my feet, a bit dizzy and disoriented. The door closed and I was dragged along by a pair of strong arms, walking over a ground that felt like grass or moss. It smelt like plants and trees. Were we in a forest?
'Where are you taking me?' I dared myself to ask, but I only got a mumbled 'Shut up.' as reaction.
'Please don't do this. Please let me go.' I begged. The man that held me painfully strong by my arm clasped his hand over my mouth and dragged me along almost painfully rough. I didn't struggle. It had no use. My hands were tied up and I couldn't see a thing. I simply had no chance of escaping. I got dragged inside a house and I was lead to a stairs going downwards. A heavy door was opened, I heard it creak, and we got inside. I heard voices of other people, I think three different men.
'That went quick.' A low voice said from a small distance, I heard another one come closer.
'He's pretty.' I tried to fight against the hands holding me when I felt a hand tracing my face and then go down my neck and upperbody. A whimper escaped my mouth which was muffled by the hand still covering my mouth.
'Come on,' I was happy to be pulled away from the hands touching me so I stopped resisting again. I was lead to another door, and I got pushed through. The door closed behind us, then suddenly my hands were untied and the blindfold got taken off. The black-haired man stood in front of me, he was tall and with a lot of muscle. He still wore his sunglasses though. I looked at him with fearful eyes. I noticed the small room I was standing in had a shower and a toilet and a chair. On the chair lay some clothes and some stuff.
'You are our prisonner now. You are to do as we say. If you disobey any of us in whatever kind of way, we will punish you for it. Do you understand?'
The tone he used was so serious that it send shivers up my spine. I nodded, afraid to speak up.
'Answer me verbally!' The man growled and I took a startled step back.
'I understand.' I said quickly.
'Good boy,' the man said, 'I am your master here, you are to obey to me, and to the other men that I'll send to you. Now I want you to go fresh yourself up, and calm down a bit, then you'll dress up with these clothes here on the chair. Do you understand?' The man asked in a cold tone.
I nodded quickly and said: 'Yes, I understand.'
'First take off your jeans, I want to make sure you don't have a phone on you or whatever.' The man said in commanding tone, and hesitantly I started to undo the belt of my jeans.
'Hurry up, will ya.' The man growled and I quickly pulled my jeans down, now standing in only my boxers, feeling very self-conscious. The man took my jeans away from me.
'You have ten minutes, then I'll come in, whether you're ready or not. Understood?'
'Yes.' My voice was barely audiable, but the man accepted it as an answer and got out of the room, locking the door behind him.
I looked around the room. There was no window, so I couldn't try to see where I was. I decided to not try to escape now, but just do as they said. I checked the clothes out that layed on the wooden chair. It was a dark blue jogging pants and a light blue t-shirt. That was it. I pulled my own green t-shirt off and pulled the light blue one on. It was my size. I kept my own boxers on and pulled on the jogging pants.
I didn't feel like showering, I didn't feel like freshening myself up. I just wanted to go home.
I slid down against the back wall of the room, and pulled my knees to my chest. Fear ran through my body, as well as confusion. What the hell was going on? An hour ago I had been watching a movie with my best mates, now I was a 'prisonner', kidnapped for two million dollars. I couldn't believe it. Tears sprung in my eyes, but I forced them back, I wanted to stay strong. Maybe this was all just a joke, maybe some tv-presenter would suddenly burst through that door and tell me it was all just a prank. Maybe...
But it was all real. I knew it was all real and not a joke. I hid my face between my pulled up knees and tried to calm myself down, to stop shaking. Time flew, suddenly there was knocking on the door and the door was shortly after opened. I quickly got to my feet, with my back pushed to the wall, as far away from the man as possible.
'Come with me.' The man commanded after checking me out from head to toes. I took a hesitant step forward and the man forcefully grabbed me by my arm again, dragging me along. He took me through a narrow corridor, which I probably had just walked through as well, only then blindfolded. I was happy to at least be able to see again.
He took me to another door, and unlocked it with a big key. The room it opened to was the size of a small living room. It had no windows, I reckoned we were underground, because we had to go downstairs. In the room were two old sofas, and a small table, and two big wooden closets. He led me to the corner of the room, where a pair of shackles lay. My breath caught in my throat when I saw them, was he going to chain me to the wall?
'Sit down.' The man commanded. Slowly I lowered myself, panic rushing through my body again. I didn't want to be chained to a wall. Who knows what they would do to me? But I didn't want to know what they would do to me if I didn't oblige. I wasn't such a hero.
'Why?' I barely whispered. The man laughed.
'So you don't escape?' Sarcasm dripping from his words while he pushed me further back and put a chain around my left ankle. So not my arms again. That was a tiny bit of relieve for me, somehow. The other shackle he left for what it was.
'I think one is enough for you, little one.' I cringed at how he called me. He bowed down in front of me and looked me in the eyes, though I couldn't see his eyes through his sunglasses.
'Don't be too afraid when other people come in here. Sometimes people hang out here when they're bored, and esspecially now they know you're in here, they will come in here more often. I'll tell them not to harm you too much, but still. Beware.'
I shuddered at that. Not harm me too much? What was that supposed to mean? Were all the guys here criminals? Where the hell was I?
'Please...' I swallowed the lump in my throat. 'Please let me go.'
The man merely snorted and got to his feet again.
'You'll get bathroom breaks a few times a day and you'll be fed. No need to worry too much about it. Try to stay calm, and don't get panic attacks. It'll make you look even weaker than you are.'
With that he walked away and closed the door behind him, locking it up again. I let out my breath, I didn't even know I had been holding it. I inspected the chain around my ankle. It was about a meter long, so I could move around a little. The man didn't seem to be too cruel, which comforted me a little bit. He was firm though and he seemed to be the man in control here though.
I tried to keep my breathing steady and my head clear. Don't panic, stay calm. I still couldn't quite believe this was really happening. What would my bandmates be doing right now? Were they freaking out? Tom probably was. He was too protective of us and too worrysome. How were they ever getting two million dollar in two weeks? Two weeks! How the hell was I supposed to survive two whole weeks like this?