I'm lying in the darkness, and I have no idea of what time it is. I think it's morning soon, but I can't really tell because of the lack of light in the room. No windows, no lighted lamps. Nothing.

I sigh and turn my head to the other side of the couch. I haven't slept anything since Nick went to bed hours ago. I just can't seem to get my mind blank enough to fall asleep. It's always something that stops me as my eyelids turn heavy and my body craves for sleep.

A part of me wants to stay awake, just to show Nick that no one, and I mean no one, controls me. But at the same time, another part of me is begging for my mind to give up and just give in and let sleep take over, because I need my strength if I am going to escape. But since my mind refuses to let me get even a few minutes of silence inside my head, sleep isn't an option anyway. I can get up and try to find the key Nick was talking about, but I don't think I will find it and if he caught me, I'm sure he won't be happy.

It takes a few more minutes until I finally makes a decision, and I sit up on the couch and tip-toe over to the drawer. I open them one after one as quietly as possible, but I don't find anything of value. Only clothes, clothes and more clothes. I dig through them in hope of finding something hidden, but there's no luck and I sigh and close the last drawer again. My head bounce from side to side as I look through the room. My eyes lands on the shelf and I quickly hurry over to it and starts going through all the books and stuffs on it.

Once I am halfway through, a deep voice makes me freeze in my motion.

"What the hell?", Nick says angrily and I slowly turn my head to face him at the same time I start back as far away from him as possible.

"What do you think you're doing?", he says with untidy hair as he takes off the blanket and sits up straight.

"I-I'm...", I stutter and takes a deep breath, "I am looking for something to help me get out of here, what else? You think I want to read any of your stupid books?"

He sighs and rests his elbows on his knees as he looks at me with a serious face. "I think it's time you learn the rules."

I look at him with my mouth open. "Rules? Are you freaking serious?"

"No trying to escape", he begins to say slowly, "no backtalk and most importantly, no disobeying. You do as I tell you, got it?"

I feel as I almost want to laugh. Does he really expect me to listen to him? After being kidnapped, dragged away from my life? I don't even know why I am here.

"Got it?", he repeats when I don't answer him. I look down at my feet, my hair falling down in front of my face as a shield.

"Look at me when I talk to you, and answer me." By the tone of his voice, I understand he starts to get impatient and with a few steps, he stands in front of me and lifts up my chin. Forcing me to look him straight in the eyes by putting each of his hands on my cheeks in a firm grip.

My icy cold blue eyes stare into his dark, almost black, ones.

"It almost feels as you trying to kill me with that gaze", Nick says with a tone now mixed with seriousness and amusement.

"Why can't I just go home?", I ask, not pleading.

"Because I don't want you to, and it's my will you are going to follow." I scoff at his words and turn my head to the side, getting out of his grip. He let me go and then gazing my full body, from head to toe.

"You can go take a shower, you look exhausted."

I don't only look exhausted, I am. Normally, a shower would be nice but under the circumstances, I rather stay where I am. Who knows what may happen. Maybe I'm paranoid, but I don't want to take the change.

"Uhm, I don't have any clothes", I say instead, hoping he will let the thought of me taking a shower go away.

"You can borrow one of my shirts." I am just about to protest when he put a finger on my lips, telling me not to, and then turning away and pulling out a black AC/DC shirt from one of the drawers. He throws it at me, and then basically pushes me into the bathroom and closes the door behind me. I immediately lock it and then turn around and take a look at the white room. It's pretty small, with nothing more than the usual. A shower, toilet and a sink with a mirror over it and a small cabinet on the wall beside. I opened the cabinet and saw normal stuff as shaving gel, tissues, toothbrush and toothpaste. Under the sink, it's a drawer and when I open it I find all kind of stuff a girl needs, makeup included.

I am just about to take off my clothes and jump in the shower when a thought pops up in my head and makes me freeze.

"Uhm... Nick?", I call out as I am scanning the room's ceiling very closely.

"Yeah?", he answers in a wondering tone.

I take a shaky breath before opening my mouth again. "There is no cameras in here, right?"

Even with a door between us, I can hear him laugh and anger heats up my body.

"No", he says after a while, "no one is watching you shower, I promise."

After taking a few more looks around the room without finding anything, I take off my clothes and steps into the shower. The water washes over me and I turn up the heat, trying to calm my tense muscles. It doesn't work that much, and after a long time I give up and step out, instantly being hit by the air that's chilly compared to the hot air from the shower. I quickly dry my hair with a towel and slip on my clothes, or well, all my clothes except for my shirt I replace with Nick's t-shirt instead. I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach as I think about walking out to Nick again. I know I'm barely any safer in here, but the locked door between us makes me a little bit more comfortable.

I decide to put on some makeup, just to drag out on the time as much as possible. As my eyes are sooty black and painted with thick eyeliner, Nick knocks on the door and shout at me to get out. I swallow and takes deep breaths to calm myself down a little, pushing away the growing feeling of nervousness and fear. I quickly cover the bags under my eyes and slowly open the door.

"That took time", Nick says and gives me a glare from the bed. I shrug and stops once I get out from the bathroom, not knowing where to go.

Nick taps beside him on the bed. "Come here."

I shake my head. "No."

He doesn't seem happy about my answer and he clenches his teeth. "Don't test my temperament", he says and looks at me to the spot beside him.

Reluctantly, I slowly move towards him, not wanting to face his anger. Once I'm in reach, he takes a grip around my wrist and pulls me down. Before I manage to slip away, he puts his arm around my waist in a firm grip.

"Get off of me", I hiss but his amused look is back and he only laughs at me.

"Seriously", I say as I squirm in his arm, but his grip doesn't loosen. What have I done to deserve this?

"Relax, gorgeous", Nick says and I do the exact opposite. He sighs and caresses my arm, giving me goosebumps.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?", I snap, showing him a glint of my anger.

He snuggles his face into my neck and gently kisses my collarbone. "Why won't you just shut up?", he mumbles against my soft skin. A whimpering sound makes it out of my throat and Nick pulls back with a smile on his face. He makes me feel sick, and all I want is to get out of here, the question is just how. I doubt he will let me out of his sight except from when I am in this room, which makes it all so much harder. If I get out from this basement I might get a chance to escape, but something tells me he's not stupid.

"You hungry?", he says all of a sudden and I am just about to say no when a thought hit me. Maybe he will let me to the kitchen if I say yes?

I nod as an answer to his question and he smirks and leans in closer to peck my cheek, I turn away in the last second and he chuckles and stands up. I follow him towards the door but as he opens it, he turns to me and shakes his head.

"Sorry, gorgeous, but you have to stay here. Don't want you to try anything know, huh?"

I groan angrily in response and he closes the door before I have the time to grab the doorknob and with a clicking sound, I know the door is locked. I try to open it anyway, but as expected nothing happens.

I throw myself on the bed and stares up at the ceiling and I frown once I see a camera in one of the corners. That much for privacy.

The feeling of someone watching me raises goosebumps on my skin and all my thoughts about rummaging through Nick's stuff washes away. I don't wanna get caught.

Nick comes back a few minutes later with a tray balancing in one of his hands as he opens and closes the door behind him. The smirk appears on his face once again when he sees me laying in the bed.

"If I'd know you would wait on me in the bed, I would have hurried." He puts down the tray on the drawer and I sit up straight.

"I'm sure you knew what I was doing", I say, "and for the record - I don't like being watched." I point at the camera on the corner.

"Oh, that", Nicks says as he hands me a sandwich, "don't worry about it. It's not on. The only time I use it is when I'm going somewhere."

I'm not sure if I believe him, but I let it go and stares at the sandwich instead.

"How do I know it's not poisoned?"

Nick laugh and sits down beside me. I move away a bit but he puts his hand on my lap, telling me not to.

"You don't", he answers", but I can promise you, it isn't."

I decide to eat it. If he wants to drug me - fine. I'll take the risk. I'm not going to be one of these persons who refuses to eat. If I want to stay strong and be able to escape, I need food. Sometimes food is your best friend and beats everything except music, nothing is better than music.

We eat in silence, but I don't drink the orange juice Nick gave me. I know the easiest way to drug someone is to slip something in their drink. He promised he hadn't done anything to the sandwich, but he didn't say anything about the orange juice. Besides, water works out fine for me, and I'm pretty sure the water that comes from the tap isn't poisoned.

Nick pokes me in the stomach, and a scream escapes my mouth. Not a scream of fear, but because of the tickling feeling his touch made.

"You're ticklish!", he says and laughs, and then starts tickling me. I try to stand up, I don't want to laugh, I don't want him to see a smile on my face, but he stops me and I can't hold it anymore. I burst of laughing, silently cursing myself for giving in and cursing him for doing this to me.

Once he finally stops tickling me, I am lying on my back on the bed with him over me with an evil grin on his face. As soon as his fingers leave my stomach, my lips curl downwards and he shakes his head as he looks at me.

"That much for making you smile", he says and I try to push him away, but he stays in the same spot.

"Get off me", I hiss, "and never do that again. Ever."

He looks down at me, looking me up and down with that annoying smirk.

"Kiss me and I may think about it." He leans in closer and I'm sure my face shows pure disgust.

"Euw!" I put my hands on his chest and use all my force to push him away, and this time, I succeeded. I sigh in relief and Nick just shakes his head at me, causing his black hair to fall down in front of his eyes. I notice he has a sharp bone construction, perfect chiseled facial features.

"Like what you see?" He asks and raises his eyebrow at me. My cheeks turn a light shade of red as I blush. I didn't realize I was staring.

"No, I'm just trying to memorize your face so that I can tell the police every single detail of it and get you put in jail."

He chuckles. "Well, I was going to tell you to take a picture because it last longer, but then I realized you don't have a phone. Too bad... for you." His arm sneaks around my waist and he pulls me towards the door.

"Now, gorgeous", he says as he opens it, "we are going to the living room to be social, okay? And don't bother trying to do anything. We are still going to be in the basement, and all the doors and windows are locked."

I glare at him in respond and squirm in his grip, but he only tightens it and reluctantly I follow him through a corridor and stops in front of a door identical to all of the others.

Nick opens the door and I get a nagging feeling in my stomach as we step in. I freeze in his grip as I meet the gaze of four other boys, and a girl. Amy.

She sits on a sofa with her brown hair in a perfect braid and she looks up at me with big, scared brown eyes. I notice someone sitting really close beside her as he focuses on the video game he plays with another guy I recognize as Vince, the guy I punched.

Leaned against a wall, I see another familiar face, Kirk, and someone I haven't seen before.

"The guy next to Amy is Will. You don't want to upset him", Nick whispers in my ear.

I want to go to Amy, telling her everything will be fine or just sit beside her. She looks sadder than me, she looks terrified.

I try to take a step towards her, but Nick pulls me back and I shoot him an angry glare. He leans in closer to me, his mouth inches from my ear.

"Listen", he says in a low, intimidating voice, "just do as I say and don't make a scene. Then I have to deal with you later and trust my, that wouldn't be nice."

My heart starts beating faster and he smiles, knowing he made his point clear. He walks towards a sofa, and I take a quick look at the room as I feel my body being dragged down with him as he sits down.

I am in a game room, with a big flat-tv, loads of video games, a pool table and a stereo as the most significant furniture, plus two black sofas and three bean bags.

"What do you think?", Nick whispers in my ear, meaning what I think about the room. I answer honestly and calmly.

"I hate it." The reason to why is pretty obvious, I don't like anything in this mansion. There is no reason to. He kidnapped me and put me here. I'm not a dog who you buy from an owner and put in your home, teaching them tricks and making them love you.

"What an optimistic attitude", Nick says sarcastic and before I have the time to answer, another voice speaks up as another guy steps in the room with a girl on his side. I notice her from my school, I think she's in the year above me.

"As all of the girls is here now", the guy speaks up, "I guess we can start." The guy who speaks has blonde, styled hair and an intimidating voice. He looks all of us girls in the eyes, sending shivers down my spine as my eyes meet his.

"I bet you all wonder why you are here, and let me make it short. I'm Zeke, and I am the leader of this... well, we're not a gang, not really. But we are some guys, pretty many actually, who works together. You know, getting money, having fun? We're in the black market business, but don't worry, we're not some perverts. At least not all of us, and right now we just want money. And it's there you beautiful girl comes in. We are just going to contact your families and ask for a small ransom in trade for getting you girls back. Of course, we are not some men of honors and can't promise we will return you back to your families, but we are still going to take their money." He makes a dramatical pause and it feels like my heart is going to jump out of my chest.

"If", he continues after taking his breath, "we don't get the money we want, I can promise you that you are going to pay back in one way or another."

With that sentence, I know I am screwed. Doomed.

There is no way my so-called family is going to have enough money for a ransom, and even if they have, why would they lay it all on me? I'm not even their daughter, I'm just a kid they currently helping. I bet they are going to rely on the police, and I get a feeling of that the police won't find me. At least not in time.

What have I done to deserve this?