Kidnapped by Bieber

I'm a 17 year old girl, just your every day normal girl. My name is Page, I have long brown hair and green eyes. As I walk down the street could hear someone walking behind me, to close. I turned around and saw boy a little older then me. "Um, uh, hi." I said. He pushed my arm, forcing me to look forward. He grabbed my wrists and tied them quickly. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, I was scared, confused, and ready to cry. "Be quiet and you won't get hurt." He said. He shoved me in a big black van and tied me to the seats. I stayed quiet like he said, I didn't want to get hurt. A tear rolled down my cheek and another one followed. He put a rag over my mouth and I accidently breathed in. Everything got blurry and I fell asleep. *Not Famous*


30. Chapter #30



            Page's P.O.V.


                     I layed in bed crying for a while, till I heard Justin try to open the door, but it was locked, so he couldn't get in. "Open the door Page." He said. "No," I replied. "Open the door NOW or I'll go find Anabell." He threatened. "Fine," I groaned. I got up and opened the door. He walked in the room, closing the door behind him and locking it. A smirk grew across his face, making me get even more scared of what has was gonna do. He gently pushed me against the wall and started kissing me, so I kissed back, not wanting to anger him. A tear escaped my eye, and another one followed. Justin finally pulled away. "Scared?" He asked me. I nodded my head. "Good." He smirked. He took a step back. "So when we go to the club tonight your not aloud to speak to anyone unless your tolled, or unless your completely drunk you have no control." He chuckled. "What are you going to do with Gage and Kamryn?" I asked. "Put um in the dungeon for a while, you and the other girls can take care Bella." He replied. "Anyways, in a little while, we're going to go shopping to buy you an outfit for tonight, something short, and low cut." He winked. "And we'll buy a bed too, so we can get rid of these beds." He said. "Can we please stick with the two beds?" I begged. He pushed me against the wall again. "Don't argue with me." He said. "S-sorry Jus-Justin." I cried. "Excuse me?" He asked. "I-I mean sir." I corrected. "Much better." He said, then walked out of the room, locking it behind him again. I ran to the window and banged on it, and to my surprise, it shattered. I back away from it, and layed in one of the beds, and continued my crying fit.

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