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Here's chapter 3 3
Chapter 3
It was so weird being a... what was I? A captive... or prisonner? That's what the black-haired man called me. A prisonner who had to oblige to their orders. I didn't want to be a prisonner. I had done nothing wrong. I had sat there for a few hours now, completely on my own, in the dark room which was only lit by a small lamp on the other side of the room. There was a bigger lamp in the room that would lit the whole room well, I think. But it was switched off.
Sometimes I heard voices and footsteps, but no-one had come in this room yet.
The panic had gone away. I was calm now, a bit bored even. The chain around my ankle was starting to itch. It was too tight. Suddenly I heard footsteps again, I expected them to walk along again, but they stopped and I heard the door being unlocked. I tensed and straightened myself immediately against the wall. The door opened and I half expected the black-haired man to come in. But it wasn't him. It was the curly-haired guy, who had also been there when I was kidnapped from Tom's house. I looked at him waiting for him to say something.
'You need to go to the bathroom?' He asked me in a growling voice. I nodded shyly. He came closer and unlocked the shackle around my ankle. The skin where it had been was a bit red and sore. I was pulled to my feet and pushed to the door. He led me to thesame bathroom I was in a few hours ago, and he pushed me in saying: 'You have 5 minutes.'
Then he locked the door and I was alone again. I used the toilet, washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I still couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago I had been safely in Tom's house, surrounded by my best friends, watching a boring movie. With Harry next to me, talking in his posh accent. And Danny making stupid but funny remarks while Tom was running about as always being the caring type. I missed them now and I was a bit worried about them. Tom was probably freaking out and having panic attacks. Danny was probably trying to calm him down while arguing with Harry, who would probably try to get in control of the situation.
Suddenly the lock was turned again and I was pulled out of the bathroom, back to the room with the shackles. This time the room wasn't empty though. Two guys who I hadn't seen before sat on one of the couches in the room, and looked at me when I came in. The curly-haired guy pushed me down roughly in the corner of the room. I fell crashing down to the floor after losing my balance, this causing the other men to laugh at me. The shackle was put around my left ankle again, which stung a little because it was already a bit sore and the curly-haired guy walked away, out of the room. The minute he was gone, the two others stood up from the couch and walked up to me.
'Hello,' Said one of them, he had brown quite long hair and a piercing in his ear. The other one had dirty-blond hair, a little darker than my blond hair, but his hair was long and curly. He carried a plate with a bowl and a piece of bread with him.
'I am David. It's not really my name, but you can call me that,' The one with the brown hair and the silver piercing said.
'I'm Jeff.' Said the blond one. He had a very low voice, a kind of growling voice.
'Me and Jeff have got some food for you, little Dougie.' Said David in a tone people use for little children. I just looked at them, unsure of what to expect. Was I really going to get food? Or where they just playing a game with me?
'Do you want to have it?' Asked David. I just nodded. I was very hungry. But even more thursty, but I didn't dare to ask for water. I wondered what was in the bowl.
'Excuse me? Do you want to have it?' David asked in a dangerously low tone.
'Yes, I want to have it.' I said quickly, not wanting to anger these broad strong men.
'Good boy,' David said grinning, he kneeled down in front of me and Jeff did thesame. Jeff put the plate in front of me and looked at me encouraging.
'You can start eating.' They both looked at me with piercing eyes. It was really weird, it freaked the crap out of me. I didn't touch the food, I just looked back at them, hesitation and fear written in my eyes.
'Aren't you hungry, Dougie? Start eating!' David said in a commanding tone now, and I quickly picked up a slice of bread, biting a tiny bit off it.
The door opened again and the black-haired man came in. My stomach twisted, even though the man hadn't been cruel to me, I was afraid of him. He was the one who had held a gun to my head and dragged me out of Tom's house. A lump formed it my throat when I thought of it again. Jeff and David both got up to their feet and faced him. He was definately the leader here.
'So Dougie, enjoying your stay here? I see the newbees got you the food already. Is it good?' He asked in his low voice, coming closer, while Jeff and David took a step backwards. I felt really trapped and small now, sitting chained to a wall, while three big men who all were older and stronger than me towered over me.
I didn't answer, just stared up at them, feeling like an afraid animal in a cage. This time he fortunately didn't bark at me to answer him, but he grinned.
'I'm gonna send your bandmates an e-mail now, to tell them we are serious. To prove this to them, I need your help.' Jeff and David looked at him with eager eyes, while I felt my stomach twist again.
'But I'm not a cruel man, you can first finish your diner. Newbees, come with me. Give him some privacy while he's eating.'
Jeff and David looked a little dissappointed when they walked off with him. The door closed and I was alone, for now. My appetite was completely gone again. What did he mean with 'proving them we're serious'?
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