Part 1 / Part 2
After Michael had left, you were left alone with your thoughts. You couldn’t even believe the situation you were in: Kidnapped. Like actually kidnapped. You would always watch TV and see news about girls going missing but you had never thought that it would happen to you.
A chill ran up your spine as you realized the conditions of the basement around you. You assessed everything that was around you, trying to think of a way to escape. The walls were made up of gray bricks, meaning you can’t punch your way out. The floor was concrete, ruining any escape plan that involved digging The pipes in the room, like the one you were leaning against, was leaking. You started to cry again, this time fully aware of what was happening to you. On the floor was a single sheet, laid out nearly near the furnace.
“Am I meant to sleep on this!?” You screamed out, knowing that they didn’t give a shit.
When you didn’t get a response you just huffed and dragged yourself over to your “bed."
You tried your hardest to get comfortable, but you couldn’t on the account that your hands and feet were tied together.
After finally finding a good spot to rest without cutting off the circulation in your hands, you found it hard to sleep. You stared at the ceiling.
That’s what it was.
Gray like the walls and floor of this room.
Gray like Michael and Calum’s hearts.
Gray like the person you knew you’d have to become if you wanted to survive here.
The thoughts racing through your mind was enough to put you to sleep.
You were woken up by the horrendous sound of your stomach growling.
You groggily sat up trying to figure out what time of day it was.
"It’s 11:30,” You heard a voice behind you.
You spun around to see Michael, in all of his punk rock glory. He was wearing basketball shorts, a Motley Crüe tank top, and a SnapBack.
You cursed yourself for still thinking he was hot even after what he’s done to you.
“Just wanted to come down and check on you,” He said before turning around and walking back up the stairs.
“Thanks,” You replied, wanting nothing more than to stretch your arms out.
“I brought you some clothes,” Michael said, putting them down next to you and pulling a switchblade out of his pocket. “Calum said that I could cut your ties so you could get dressed but after that they go back on."
You nodded your head, not caring that your hands would be tied again. All you wanted was to stretch your body out.
Michael cut the lies behind your back and then the ones around your ankles.
You stood up, finally stretching your aching limbs. You walked around the room trying to get used to using your legs again.
"Hurry up and get dressed.” Michael said, the gleam of the switchblade in his hand forced you back into reality. The reality that said you were a victim and could be killed any second.
You grabbed the pile of clothes trying to figure out what was what.
“Uh Michael? These are awfully big"
"Oh yeah, they’re mine,” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “We didn’t have any girl clothes so Calum told me to just give you some of mine,” he finished.
“Oh, ok” you said not really caring. All you wanted to do was get out of your sweaty dirty clothes.
Calum came down the stairs looking at the two of you. “Good job Michael,” He said giving him a clap to the back.
“Where am I supposed to change?” You asked looking between the two of them.
“This isn’t a 4 star hotel princess, change right here,” Calum said annoyed at the fact you would ask that.
“What!? I don’t want to get changed in front of you two!"
"Too bad, change now or else we’ll make you change,” Calum said taking a step towards you.
“Michael?” You asked hoping he would help you out.
“Michael!” Calum yelled in his ear.
“Get dressed now!” Michael yelled louder than Calum.
With trembling hands, you slid off your t-shirt and shorts, your back facing Michael and Calum. Tears streamed down your face as you quickly re-dressed yourself not wanting them to see you in a vulnerable state.
You turned around shaking and on the verge of hyperventilating.
“Tie her up alright?” Calum said walking back up the stairs, but not before looking back to make sure Michael didn’t go easy on you.
He roughly sat you down and yanked your arms behind your back. Not able to locate your hands because of Michael’s long-sleeved shirt, he just tied the rope around your sweater paws.
Calum nodded in approval and went upstairs after seeing Michael tie your ankles together. As soon as the door shut, Michael grabbed you and pulled you into a hug.
“I’m so sorry,” Michael whispered in your ear. “I didn’t want you to do that. I would’ve left, but Calum came down. I’m so sorry,” Michael rushed out running your back gently.
Why was he doing this? Why was he being so nice to you? He fucking kidnapped you!? If he wanted to be nice he wouldn’t have kidnapped you in the first place!
Michael let you go searching your eyes for any emotion. You kept a blank face. If Michael was going to be your saving grace, he was going to have to prove it, and until then, you would stick to your plan; earn their trust and then kill them.
After Michael had let you go, he looked into your eyes, and for a moment you felt like he wasn’t the villain he had made himself out to be. He was a human, a human being who cared for other human beings. For a moment, there was fear in his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was fear for himself or fear for your well-being.
“I’ll be back down soon, I promise. I’ll try and make your stay here as painless as possible.” And with that he was gone; up the stairs and out the door.
You sat there trying to make out what the fuck just happened. You had only been here for two days and already everything was more confusing than when you first arrived.
Suddenly, the thought of your family and friends panicking over you entered your mind. They were probably frantically searching for you. Y/f/n was probably frantic, probably blaming herself. After all, you did say you were gonna be back in 15 minutes and then joked that you’d get kidnapped. For fucks sake, you practically predicted your future. A sob escaped your mouth.
“Y/F/N!” You screamed desperately, hoping that your friend would hear their name. You knew that it was futile but it was worth a shot.
You heard some shuffling upstairs. The door swung open and you saw Calum’s silhouette in the doorway. Preparing for the worst, you didn’t even notice when the door shut and a pair of gentle hands untied your wrists. You looked up to see Michael.
“Listen to me. When I say you have to follow the rules, you have to follow the rules.” He said, allowing you to sit down then sat down in front of you. “I’m trying my best to help you out here, but you can’t just be acting like this all the time! That’s why I’m down here instead of Calum. Because of your outburst, you were supposed to get some more kicks to he stomach, but I told him I would come down here and watch you."
Your eyes went wide. why would Michael do that?
"I’m sorry,” You said.
Why were you apologizing? You were the one who was kidnapped.
“Calum’s going away on ‘business’ for the next few days so it’ll be just me and you. You can walk around without your bounds, but when he comes back you’ll have to cooperate okay?"
You nodded your head.
"He’s leaving tomorrow, if you can make it through the night, then it can just be me and you and you can ask me any question you want and I’ll try my best to answer them.”
"Can I ask you one now?“ You asked.
He nodded his head yes.
"Are there more than two of you?” You remembered hearing about there being more than just Michael and Calum and you wanted to know who else.
Michael rubbed the back of his neck looking anywhere but your face.
“Yeah,” he said not looking you in the eye.
“Who are they?” You inquired.
Again Michael refuses to look at your eyes
“Michael,” you asked making him look you in the eyes, “Who are they?"
"Well you know the recent spike in kidnappings?"
"Yeah?” You answered, afraid of what he would say next.
“And you know how you always end up seeing the girls bodies washed up on a beach a week later?"
Tears brimmed your eyes as you slowly nodded your head yes.
"Well, it’s the two guys who are responsible for the deaths of all those girls,” he continued. “I met Calum first and then he introduced me to them and the rest, as they say, was history,” he finished looming at your now horror stricken face.
“Y/n?” He asked waving his hand in front of your face.
“So you were the reason, those girls were murdered?” You asked, staring at the floor.
“No!” He answers immediately. “I had nothing to do with them, they were doing that without me knowing. It wasn’t until one day I followed Calum to some sketchy-looking building and saw a girl tied to a chair. There were two other guys surrounding her. I couldn’t see what they looked like, but one of them was really tall with blonde hair and the other was slightly shorter with semi long brown hair."
You nodded your head letting him know you were still listening.
"Long story short, they saw me and Calum had to save my ass, and ever since then, I have been with them. I’ve never killed anyone and I’ve never caused harm to anyone. I’ve just never saved anyone, that is until I saw you.”