I woke up.
My slightly blurred sight scanned the place. It was a dark room. The walls were made of logs aligned together and the only source of light was coming from a small window that was a bit too far to reach, and a door was just a few steps away from where I slouched. As I looked up at the window, I could say the sun was about to rise. I could also smell a very foul odor, like rotten meat or decomposing flesh. The smell of it made me feel uneasy. I just hoped there wasn't any dead body in the room with me.
As my sight became clearer, I saw someone lying faced down on the floor. His curls were still damp and so was his black shirt that is still stuck in his skin. Michael.....
I tried to push myself up from a dirty floor but failed as I felt a sudden sting on my shoulder. I gazed on it, slightly peeling off the fabric that sticks into the skin, revealing a rounded wound. The skin that surrounded it reddened and a bit swollen. Maybe an infection, since I hadn't cleaned it yet. There wasn't too much blood coming out of the tiny hole anymore, but it sure as hell hurted, like half of my upper body ached with just a small movement.
Michael was not moving a muscle and it got me worried. So I gathered all the strength I had to push my back from the wall and crawled towards him. I gently shaked his shoulder, hoping he would wake up. And he did. He slowly opened his eyes and met my gaze, a worried look started to take over his features.
He pressed his palms against the floor, pushing himself up and sat down in front of me. "Andria, What happened? Did they hurt you?" he said, reaching for my shoulders.
I shouted as the prickling pain struck me again and he quickly withdrawn his hands off my shoulders. "Oh, I'm so sorry Andria. I--"
"It's alright, it doesn't hurt that much though." I lied. He seemed not convinced but decided to let it slide as he took notice of the place we are in.
He took a glance on the place where we were, brows began to furrow.. in deep thoughts. "We're in a cabin." he finally said.
Our heads turned towards the door as footsteps were being heard, walking back and forth, or maybe more than one person outside that door.
"Tell me about it."
"Well, we're too lucky."
Something fell on the ground making a loud thud.
"We have some filthy rich celebrities in there. We're gonna make some big money!."
"Not after I do something to that arrogant curly one.. And probably on that girl too."
Michael's jaw tensed. His eyes locked at the door, brows knotted together. His knuckles turned white as his hands curled up in a ball. His shoulders rose and falled in each heavy breath, eyes were a bit darker.
"That's an itch way too deep not to scratch." the same voice added. Followed by fits of laughter. They were enjoying their little conversation there while here, I felt nothing but fear. Hearing them plan about hurting Michael, and God knows what they were planning to do to me.. made me sick to my stomach.
"I won't let them hurt you." Michael said though gritted teeth, his eyes were never leaving the door. Like the door itself could inflict danger.
I held his hand, cupping it in my own as I studied his features. Those eyes showed too much anger. And I didn't know if it would help, or it would make things worse.
I knew I had known Michael for just about five or six months and I didn't know what he was capable of when he was angry. But after seeing him crush that man's mask using his fist and made his mouth bleed, I bet he was a different person when he used to get mad.
My thoughts were interrupted when a pair of foot stopped in front of the door. Michael quickly wrapped his arms around me for protection. My heart beats were incredibly fast as the knob turned, revealing a tall man in mask. His mask had some what looks like a blood that has been dried. He leaned on the door frame as another man entered, also in mask. One after another, until there was already five of them surrounding us as we sat in the middle of the floor. I recognized one of them, specially his mask that was broken; how a smirk played on his wounded lips. It was him. The man in the photo with Emily.
I glanced back at Michael, his features were different this time. He was calm. His eyes were still a shade darker, but it didn't have the terrifying anger in it. And before anyone could say a word, Michael did.
"So.." a smirk played on his beautiful mouth. "..are you guys some sort of aspiring singers or artist?" his smirk grew wider, his dimple showed.
"He's funny isn't he?" one of them said in a sarcastic tone. "But no. You're not here to help us turn into some stupid singer." he stepped closer and crouched in front of us. "But if you want to live more of your luxurious lifestyle, and if you don't want your girlfriend to be pregnant, courtesy of.." he motioned his hand pointing in each one of them. "..us, then you will do exactly what we want."
I fisted on his shirt as tears brimmed in my eyes.
"Ohh, don't cry baby." I flinched as he tried to touch my cheek. Michael moved fast, his arms covered me as I tried to hide behind his shoulder.
"Don't.. touch her." his eyes furiously gazed at the man in front of us. "What do you want?"
"Twenty million dollars. from both of you.".....