4
After another fifteen minutes of pure silence, we arrive at a small wooden shack in the middle of nowhere. My stomach starts to turn again as the car stops.
This is where I will probably die. After everything I've been through, I end up getting killed at a shack in a field.
The tall man steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He walks over, stops at the front of the car, and just stands there, staring at me through the windshield window. He then lifts the side of his jacket and shirt to pull out a gun that was in his waistband.
I suddenly gasp in horror as he pulls the gun out and points it at the car. I start to scream and shut my eyes tight, expecting a bullet to come flying my way and end my life any second.
I hear the loud bang and the car move but nothing touches me. I hesitantly open my eyes and see him shooting each of the car tires, making the car dip in each direction.
He walks around to the back of the car and shoots the other two wheels, making the car dip twice more.
Why is he shooting the tires?
My body is frozen in fear and my chest rises up and down rapidly. He swiftly walks over to my side of the car and whips the door open without a second breath.
He leans right across my body and unbuckles my seatbelt. My breathing is light and timid in fear. The light tamper of cologne invades my senses as his long body stretches over mine. Once the seatbelt is off he grabs my waist and lifts me out of the car, throwing me over his shoulder.
I scream and pound on his back with my fists tied together. He shuts the car door and walks over to the shack.
"Let me go!" I scream while tears run down my face.
"No one's going to hear you, darling," He calmly says while getting to the door. He pushes the door open and walks in. His black boots tap loudly on the flooring.
I look in the small shack and see an old dirty bed with a nightstand, two wood chairs, and a small circular table.
He throws me off his shoulder and places me in one of the wooden chairs. I stop screaming and just let the tears drain from my eyes and shower down my face.
He pulls up the other chair and places it right in front of me, sitting down in it so we face each other.
There is no possible way I could get away, my feet and hands are tied up.
He pulls in the chair and opens his legs, leaving mine in between his.
"You really need to stop crying Amelia, it's very irritating." He quietly says.
I sniffle and open my mouth, trying to find words, "H-how do you know m-my name?"
He chuckles and intertwines his fingers together while leaning on his knees.
"I make sure I do my homework when it comes to kidnapping someone. Your name is Amelia Joyce Adams. You're nineteen years old, you enjoy drawing and reading. Your caked face best friend's name is Audrey Michaels. You had an older brother named Adrian and he vanished 3 years ago. Am I correct?" He arches his brow and waits for a response.
"My brother. He died," I swallow the lump in my throat.
"Same thing." He rolls his eyes.
"W-why are you doing this to me?" I mumble while biting the inside of my cheek in fear.
"Woah woah wait a second. You need to ask some more simpler questions first! Don't you want to know a bit about me?" He says in a devilish tone.
"B-but I-I" I start but his accent cuts me off.
"My name is Harry Styles. You can just call me Harry though. I am twenty-three years old and I am an exclusive member of the worldwide gang Malignant, if you haven't guessed already." He shrugs.
"Y-you killed my brother." That is all I manage to say.
He furrows his eyebrows and takes his lip ring between his teeth, "You think I killed your brother? Darling I've killed many people in my time, but out of all the other killers in Malignant, it's a very slim chance I killed him myself." He chuckles and leans back in his seat.
"Your gang killed him! My own brother is dead because of your help!" I raise my voice in defense.
"You definitely have some issues with understanding who is in charge here." He shakes his head in disbelief.
"Why am I here!" I shout again.
Once again he clenches his teeth and darts his dark eyes to mine. He aggressively leans over and yanks my chair right in front of his, even closer. Our chairs almost touch but my legs sit as a barrier. His face invades my personal space making me lean back as far as I can but it doesn't work out as well.
"Your tone is not gonna help you in any way possible, if anything it will only help you get a bullet through your head. So I suggest you stop this smart-ass fucking attitude and start showing some respect. You have no fucking idea about what I'm capable of," He mutters and puts both of his hands on my knees and squeezing them harder at every word.
"Harry you're hurting me," I cry in pain from his dearly grip.
"Then fix your attitude." He releases my knees and puts his hands at his side.
The way he said that reminded me of my father this morning. The last thing he said to me was 'fix my attitude'. I can't believe the last conversation I had with my parents was such a sad one.
Will I ever see them again?
He pulls out a small pocket knife from his jeans. I gasp and freeze with fear.
He looks up at me and smirks at my reaction. He grabs my hands which are tied together and cuts the rope in one quick motion.
The red rope marks are embedded into my skin as I instantly rub the sensitive area. He leans down and cuts the rope around my ankles.
"I really hope you understand that if you try to run, you're not going to get very far." He mumbles.
He looks at my red wrists yanks them closer to him and furrows his eyebrows.
"Just a rope burn, you'll be fine." He murmurs and lets them go.
I look at the far corner near the door and see a tall metal chamber-type thing. What the hell is that?
"What is that?" I mumble and point at the square cubicle with a door.
"That's where we will be heading, but I need to go over some rules first." He mumbles sternly.
"Rules?" I scuffle and cross my arms.
"You are going to be my 'assistant' to say the least. I expect that my laundry gets done, my room is cleaned and you will be doing whatever I say." He says and I widen my eyes.
"What? No! I'm not going to be your servant!" I shout.
"Are you honestly still not understanding your situation here? Don't test me." He mutters before standing up.
"I can't do those things anyway! Have you looked at this place? Where am I supposed to do laundry?" I shout.
"Do you think I live in this dump?" He stands up and grabs my arm forcefully. He pulls me to my feet and drags me over to the metal chamber.
I feel my body start to get uneasy in fright. I have no idea what he meant when he said that. I have no idea what is behind that door. To be honest, what could it possibly be? There is no extension seen from the outside of this tiny shack.
"What are you doing?" I say in panic as he gets to the metal door. He stays silent and just keeps his firm grip on my upper arm.
There is a small numerical keypad on the side. He stands in front of it, and types in a code I can't see. After that, he opens the door and it reveals an elevator.
What the actual hell?
"Is that an elevator?" I quietly ask.
"Wow, you're smart too." He says with irritated sarcasm.
"I-I was just asking," I mumble with no confidence in my voice.
"Well, it was a stupid question." He says before pulling me into it. Why is he so rude? I know he's a killer and all, but what can he possibly get out of just by being mean?
He shoves me into the elevator and shuts the giant metal door. Suddenly two other sliding doors shut and I feel the floor below me jerk, signaling that we are moving.
"It's going to be a little while in here." He mumbles while leaning against the wall with his hands behind his back.
"Where are we even going?" I quietly ask while leaning against the opposite wall, just trying to find as much distance between us as I can.
"You'll see when we get there. You're definitely not going to need those though." He points at my uniform.
My heart sinks, what the hell is he talking about?
"W-what?" My palms start to get sweaty in fright. What does he mean I'm not going to need my clothes? If he thinks he is laying one finger on me, he is mistaken.
He pushes his back off the wall and walks over to me. My body starts to shake and my stomach turns again. Every time he moves I have a void of fear wash over me.
This man is terrifying.
He stands right in front of me and places his hands on either side of my head against the wall. He dips his head down so it's millimeters apart from mine.
His dark emerald eyes burn into my own as I try to look anywhere but them. The light scent of his cologne withers in my presence. His features seem tense but soft at the same time.
"I have a reputation to hold. So the minute we step out of that elevator, you don't run, you don't put up a fuss, and you don't yell for help because no one is going to help you. If you break any of those rules, there will be a punishment. So if you knew what was best for you, you would listen to me." He whispers to me.
I stand frozen against the wall. I feel my eyes start to get watery again, knowing that I am never gonna escape. We are in the middle of nowhere and now we are going underground. I'm never going to see my parents again, never going to see my best friend, and I'm never going to get away from this terrible man.
My life is over.
His deep voice breaks my thoughts, "Are you scared of me Amelia?" He leans closer to me. I turn my head completely to the side to avoid our noses touching. My silence fills the small space.
"Good." He whispers in my ear, having his lips lightly brushed against my skin. His raspy tone sends shivers down my spine.
He pushes himself off the wall and back over to where we were standing before. I let go of the breath I was holding and shut my eyes.
I slid down the wall and sat right on the ground, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. My thoughts are all over the place. I start to create scenarios in my head of every possibility of what's to come. All of them end horribly.
As I'm counting my blessings and praying that I will get out of this, Harry stomps over and grabs my arm to pull me up.
"We're here in any second, get up." He says with a monotone voice. I swallow the lump in my throat as he pulls me to my feet with a tight grip.
We stand in front of the elevator door, waiting for them to open.
"Remember what I told you." He mutters between his clenched teeth.
The elevator makes a ring noise and in seconds it opens up to be facing a giant open space. The walls are made out of chiseled black stone and the floor is made of shiny marble. White chandeliers hang on the high ceilings and some men in black jackets with the Malignant symbol on the back walk around. There is a giant black wooden desk with 'MALIGNANT' written in all caps across it and a lady sits behind it, seeming to be writing something down.
This place is huge. There is two giant staircases at the end of the open space. The stairs curve up and meet at the top of another floor with black stone railings. Between the curved staircases is a big ancient water fountain that cascades water down the 10 ft stone.
"Welcome to the secret underground society of Malignant." He says timidly while pulling me out of the elevator.