It was quite. All that was heard was the thudding of my black shoes on the cobbles path. No sign of human life, apart from the occasional car passing by me, or the flickering of the TV in people's windows. I was just going home from a party that was my best friend Jacob's, and what a party it was. Cake and a disco, dancing with my friends with the music pumping through your body and the smell of alcohol and salty sweat in the air. I had an amazing time, which is ironic as I usually dont see myself as a party person. Unless it is the birthday of someone I am close to. However, I was tired and a little drunk, so I took it upon myself to make myself scarce, saying I'll see them tomorrow. Ah yes tomorrow, a school day no doubt. That means an early morning, lessons that fry your brain and teachers that bore you to death. Oh well at least I can enjoy this night. I thought as I stopped and looked up to the sky. Which was lite with bright city lights and beyond that, the blanket of stars stretched to infinity. With the cresent moon, like a shining silver claw in the night sky. Tge wind picked up a bit and blew my blond quif in front of my ocean blue eyes. But, while I stood watching the world go by, other than the wind whistling through my ears, I heard footsteps coming from behind me. They were slow and stealthy, as if the owner was a spy. I started walking, fast, heading for the main road. I turned once, but no one was there. 'I am an eighteen year old boy; I am not going to get scared of a few footsteps.' I told myself, as I shrugged it off thinking it was nothing. But, the footsteps never went away and as I walked the footsteps got louder and louder, nearer and nearer and I was started to doubt my bravery.

Oh, why didnt I just let mum to pick me up at the party? I asked myself as I remembered the conversation we had over the phone.

"No mum I'll be fine to walk, it's only a couple blocks." I said. Oh yeah only a couple blocks, a lot of things could happen in a couple blocks Andrew. Suddenly, two strong arms grabbed me from behind. He was taller than me, much taller. I tried kicking him, but he was too strong and held me tighter, most likely leaving bruises. I went to scream, but I was silenced by a big, but soft hand covering my mouth, muddling my screams.

"Dont make a sound, okay? Or else I'm going to kill you." He whispered in my ear. I was still trying to scream, but I couldnt. I had no voice anymore. I tried to kick him again, but my legs had given up on me. A few fearful tears escaped from my eyes. Now i was scared...

He pulled me into a black car that was parked on the road next to us. I was fighting him at first, wanting to do anything but get in a car with a kidnapper, but he was stronger than me, much stronger. He closed the door of the car, when he finally got me inside it, and I heard him sit in the driver's seat and started driving, fast. Silent waterfalls fell from my eyes, scared of what was going to happen to me. My body was frozen still, compared to how tangled up my mind was. I looked at him, through the small rectangular mirror, just to see who he is and if I know him. He was wearing all black clothes that made him blend in with the black interior if the car, making him almost invisible. He had curly brown hair that came to the front and big brown eyes, he looked about my age too. To be honest he was actually really handsome, his hair was amazing and his lips looked so soft. Everything on his face looked beautiful, he looked like a model. Then his eyes glanced through the same small mirror at me and we made eyes contact. Oh no what now? A small smirk appeared on his red lips as I gulped and looked at my feet.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

All of a suddenly, the car came to an abrupt stop and I was flung forwards in my seat, bringing my eyes and my hands up now to protect myself. He got out before slamming the door, then he came and opened mine for me. I went out of it immediately, not wanting to make him angrier. A neglected Victorian house stood before me, revolting and mouldy. Only fear courses through me like a thick knife to my throat pushing me to were I dared not go. He pushed me forward and I tumbled up the stone steps. I hesitantly twinted the door knob, the door creaked, the sound becoming whispers that filled the room, urging me to run not wanting to end up as lost and lonely as them. One moment I was outside, the next I was within, despite never taking a step. A horrible smell of rot and damp filled my nose instantly, that almost made me faint. It was so disgusting; it smells like someone died in here...

The house was very dark and lonely. It was terrifying like something out of a horror movie.

"Go in that room and sit on the bed," he demanded pointing to the small wooden, brown door to the right of me, that was opened a jar. I just slightly nodded and went inside.

I stood in the room, examining it. I was stood on washed out blue carpet, that occupied the floor and was infested with mud and leaves, as well as some creapy-crallies. In front of me, up against the wall, was a single, old and dirty looking matress, with busted bed frames and with no sheet to cover it. The bed looked small to, like it was made for a child. Next to that 'bed' was a small bed side table, that looked like it was rotting away with the amount if mold in it. At the end of the bed was a curtain less window that had rot and marks all over its frame. To my right was a standing mirror that had been broken in a spiral, like someone had used it as their own painful punching bag, making a reflective pattern on the floor as well. That same mirror was attached to the door of a big cupboard, which was pretty broken as as well. With the door coming off its hinges and big holes in the side of it. Like rats had a go at it, having put wood on their menu. And to add to the bomb shell of this battered bedroom, the wallpaper was ripping off in all area, like someone started to redecorate and then gave up halfway through, leaving peeling scabs of wallpaper everywhere. I felt like I had walked into a scary breakout room and a person dressed as a creapy character was going to come through that door any second, to frighten the life out of me.

I walked over and sat slowly on the bed, prey to the Hid above that it doesnt break. I looked around the gloomy room, but the moonlight was shining through the window like a spotlight onto the shattered glass, that reflected around the whole room. Making it look quite beautiful and not as scary as I first anticipated.

The door creaked a little and he came into the room too, I looked at him. He just stood there, holding something in behind his back and smirking at me mischievously. He brought his hands forward and I saw what he was holding. Handcuffs. Silver handcuffs where in his hands shining in the moonlight, that made them look quite pretty. I shivered at the sight of them, not giving inti their mind tricks of looking nice.

"Now lay down beautiful."