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Chapter 4

Dougie's POV

The fear had come back again. Nervousness rose for what the leader of the group had meant when he said '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.' What did he mean with that? Were they going to hurt me? I looked down at the plate with food in front of me. I was hungry, but I also felt a bit sick now. Reality had dawned in on me again, I now realised the situation I was in again. After sitting on my own in a small room with nothing to do, my mind had kind of wondered off after a little while. But now the fear and worry were back again. But I had to eat. I wondered how they'd react if they saw I hadn't touched the food. I guessed I didn't want to find out. And now I wouldn't have those guys Jeff and David staring at me while I was eating. That was really freaky.

With a slightly trembling hand I took the bowl and spoon, and saw it was tomatoe soup. I smiled briefly. That was nice. I slowly ate the soup till the whole bowl was gone, then ate another slice of bread, but before I was finished the door opened again.

Startled I looked up and quickly shoved the plate away from me. I gasped and backed up as far as I could, pressing my back against the wall when I saw the men when they came in. It were four men, so I presumed it were the black-haired man, the man with the brown curls and Jeff and David, but I wasn't sure because the men had black hoods to cover their faces and they all wore black sweaters. They walked up to me, while I tried to press myself even farther to the wall, as far away from them as I could, my heart going mental in shock.

'Relax, just do as we say, and it'll be alright.' One of them said, the one standing the closest to me. He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me up roughly. I tried to stumble back again when I was on my feet but the man still hold me by my wrist and yanked me towards him.

'We're just going to take some pictures, Dougie. That's it for now, if you'll cooperate nicely. If you don't we'll have to punish you. So you'd better do everything we say.' He said, and I thought I recognized his voice to be of the black-haired leaderguy. I looked at him with wide eyes, too afraid to even nod at him.

'Do you understand, Dougie?' He shook me roughly and I quickly nodded wildly, while squeeking: 'Yes! Yes!' The man grinned at me, I could only see his eyes and mouth, but I now was certain he was the black-haired man who had personally kidnapped me. He pulled me roughly along with him, and he took me through the door to the corridor again. We didn't go back to the small room with the toilet and shower, but he took me to another small room, in which an old wooden bed took most of the space, but there were also two big closets in the corner. The other three men had followed us, and they stood in the doorway, while the man who was still holding my wrist in a painfully tight grip pushed me further into the room, towards the bed. On the bed was a matras with a blanket and big sleeping pillow, so it was obvious somebody slept here. But the blanket and pillow were ripped off the bed and thrown in a corner by the black-haired man who finally let me go now, but I didn't stand any chance anyway, because two of the men were still in the doorway. The other had come closer, looking threatening at me, which made my stomach knot again. I wondered what they were planning to do here, in a small room with only a bed and two closets. I didn't have to wonder about it for long though, because I was roughly pushed towards the bed.

'Sit down.' The leading guy answered my unspoken questions and hesitating I did what he asked. The bed gave a slight 'creak' but I noticed the matras was quite soft. One of the two men in the doorway came closer, carrying something. Handcuffs, I realised, when he handed it over to the man in control who was towering over me. Two pairs of them. I gasped, shock gushing through my body, and without thinking first I jumped on my feet and pushed the man in front of me back, using all my strenght. He hadn't seen it coming and he lost his balance, almost falling over. He growled lowly, if I could have seen his face I swore anger would have been written all over it. I backed away to the very other side off the small bedroom until my back hit the wall.

'Sit down on the bed, now.' The leader hissed through his teeth. I was wild with fear and panic. Were they going to chain me to the bed? What were they going to do to me next when I was chained up? It was like a sick movie. Were they going to rape me? I couldn't speak, couldn't plead to let me go. I couldn't move my feet. I was momentarily frozen with fear.

'I won't say it again.' The leader warned me, but I still couldn't react in any way. But I was pulled out of my frozen state when he growled angry and made a move to grab me by my arm again. I cried out and got out of his way, trying to run out of the door, but I bumbed into one of the men who stood guarding the doorway. He grabbed both my wrist and pushed me back so roughly that I was sure that if he hadn't had such a firm grip on me that I would have fallen to the floor. He let my left wrist go, and backhanded me hard in my face. My knees gave in from the blow and I half collapsed to the floor, his left hand pulling me up again.

'Please, don't cuff me to the bed.' I pleaded, but he ignored it.

'You are to listen to him. He is your master now and you are to obey.' He said sternly. I felt desperate tears well up in my eyes. He pushed me back and I started to struggle again, almost blind by fear.

'No, no please!' I cried, my vision blurring and my world momentarily spinning when he backhanded me again. I continued to struggle, kicking and screaming as hard as I could, but the man was stronger and soon I was pushed on the bed, laying on my back while I still kicked and fought with all my might. I was fighting so hard that they needed two men to hold me down to be bed, while the leader of the four men took my right arm, while I desperately tried to push them away, and he pinned it above my head. He put one of the cuffs around my wrist and the other side of the handcuffs he put around the pillar of the bed. The fourth man was taking pictures of it all. I screamed so hard and long that my throat started to ache. Then he did the same to my left wrist, cuffing it to the bed. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had never been so scared in my life, never.

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