Mac is kidnapped and thrown into a dangerous world. Scared, alone, and helpless she meets 1 famous boy that is in the same situation as her.


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I was walking down the street. It was late at night but I loved to look up at the sky. I noticed up in the distance a van driving towards me. I felt scarred suddenly. Every part of me said to run but I pushed those feelings away. I continued to walk. The van passed me and I sighed with relief. I heard a door open. I turned around to see two big men dressed in black running to me. I froze. They grabbed my arms and put something over my mouth. I slowly blacked out.


The two men lifted the girl into the back of the van. Carelessly throwing her in and climbing in after. "Who would be good with her?" The driver asked. "The boy with tattoos." Another replied as they sped off. They reached the secluded abandoned warehouse and open up the back. One of them lifted the still unconscious girl out. They walked down a corridor lined with doors to small rooms. Each room had two beds, a closet, lamp, clock and a bedside table. He opened the 5th door on the right and walked in. A boy shot up. "Who is she? What are you doing? Let us go?" He screamed stuggleing against the shackles. The man carelessly threw the girl onto the bed and left without saying a word. The boy sighed and sat back down, he stared at the girl. She had black hair that went down her back in waves. She was only about 5'4". Her pink lips parted slightly for breathing. Her eyes started to flutter to indicate she was waking up. Her eyelids opens and he could now see her cerulean blue eyes looking at him.


I woke up in a small room. I looked around and spotted a boy sitting across from me. Fear started to shake me. "Come here." He said. I shook my head. Tears welded up in my eyes. "Hey.. It's okay. I'm Zayn." He said. His eyes sad. He looked to be about 5'11" much taller than me. He had beautiful honey eyes and tanned skin. His black hair was all over the place. "Mackenzie but call me Mac." I said. He extended a hand towards me. I studied him carefully. That's when I noticed the chains around his ankles. I knew then that he was in the same situation as me. I took his hand and he pulled me over to his bed. I placed my head on his chest. "What are they doing?" I asked in a whisper. Terror filled me and I let a tear fall out of my eye. "I don't know." He replied. "Mac tell me about yourself." He asked.

"Well I'm 16. I have one friend and I love dub-step and rap." I told him.

"Okay well first off I'm Zayn. I'm 20, I have 5 best mates. Do you like one direction?" He told me.

"Not really.... Like they are okay. I do like their songs, Moments, They don't know about us, More than this, I wish and I Want." I said. He chuckled.

"Well I am 1/5 of one direction." He said. I looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Oh.. Thank god you are not screaming right now. It gets quite old." He sighed relived I laughed. I heard footsteps coming towards us. I looked up at him and clearly he did to because his smile dropped. His arm tightened its grip around me. I heard keys giggling outside our door. The door unlocked. Terror shook through me once I realized who was there.

I stared into his eyes. He was.....

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