Sam and Colby were always sceptics. Always. Didn't really believe in ghosts, didn't really believe in witches and magic and all that. So when Richard returned from wherever he'd disappeared off too with a woman claiming to be a witch, Colby wasn't too worried.
And when this 'witch' claimed that she was going to perform a spell on the two youtubers, Colby still wasn't worried.
Well, maybe a little. The evil glint in the woman's eyes when she walked into the room- that's what scared him more.
Like, even if her 'magic' wasn't going to do any damage, she would.
Colby almost laughed when this woman claimed that she was going to, 'use their blood to cause immense pain to the one that's closest to them'.
He did snicker, biting his tongue to shut himself up.
She sounded insane. This wasn't some kiddie's fantasy book from the library. This was real life. Witches weren't real. Magic wasn't real.
But the laughing stopped when she pulled a long needle out of her little bag and approached Sam.
"No, no you get away from him!" Colby warned, thrashing in his chair as Sam whimpered.
"Let's start with you, blondie."
"Get away from him!"
Two hours earlier:
Colby prided himself in his strength. He worked out, lifted weights- all of that. His muscles weren't quite Dwayne Johnsone level yet, but you could certainly tell they were there. But right then, in that moment; he felt weak.
No matter how hard he pulled, wiggled, pushed against his restraints- he couldn't shift from the rope binding him down.
The rope that was currently burning his skin, digging into the indents left from the last time this happened.
Colby could hear Sam trying to struggle out of the rope too, but the blonde had barely any strength left in his body. Sweat dribbled down his temples, face flushed bright red- but Sam was freezing. His limbs would be shaking if he wasn't tied so forcefully to that chair.
Colby hoped it was just the side effects of consuming too much of that drug.
The brunette felt fine; extremely fucking stressed, but fine.
Colby groaned, yanking uselessly at the rope, straining against it- trying to create just that little bit of space so he could wiggle his arm out.
But nope.
His attempts were useless.
His eyes were welling with tears, a very un-colby like action.
God, he felt so stupid. So, so stupid. They were played, over and over again. Lured into a trap.
His gut told him never to come here, and he should've listened.
A tear dribbled pitifully down his cheek, dripping onto his lap and creating a dampened spot on his shorts.
His mind drifted back to home. Back to Kansas, where his family were going on with their everyday lives- none the wiser; unaware that they may never see their son again. Colby wondered if his mum had tried to call him- she usually did at least once every couple days. Maybe she was calling him now, sitting in her favourite chair in front of the TV, wondering why her son wasn't answering her.
She probably thought he was out drinking, having a good time in Hawaii- dancing with girls or something.
He thought of his friends. Of Jake and Corey- his closest friends. He wondered what they were doing. Were they filming a video, were they out in L.A. partying. God, colby wished he was.
He thought of Nate. Nate who knew they were in danger. Nate who was probably worried sick right now. Who was probably pacing up and down the airport waiting for his flight. But even if he did get here, he wouldn't know where to find them.
And finally, he thought of his fans. His fans who were probably wondering why their favourite youtubers had disappeared from social media. They probably thought they were just enjoying their 'holiday'. They were probably waiting for the release of a new Sam and Colby video- eagerly refreshing YouTube until the clock struck 1:14.
More tears fell, and Colby shut his eyes to keep them from falling.
The next thing he knew, a door was opening.
His eyes shot open- dazed and confused- that hazy layer of sleep still evident.
Richard was back, and he wasn't alone.
A woman was following the man through the house, past Sam and Colby, and into the kitchen.
The brunette shared a fearful look with Sam before craning his neck to see what was going on in the other room.
He could hear muttered talking, words being exchanged under hushed voices.
And then they were coming back in, standing in front of the two. It reminded Colby of when he was 7, and he'd pulled some girls hair, and had to sit in the naughty chair during lunch- and the teacher had loomed over him.
But obviously, this situation was a little more serious.
"Hello boys," the lady spoke.
Nobody answered.
"Wow, chatty today aren't we."
Colby scowled.
And this was the moment the woman started talking rubbish. Telling them how she was a witch, and how she was going to perform a spell and blah blah blah.
Colby rolled his eyes.
"This spell causes immense pain to the one who you care most about. Would you like to know how it works?" the lady asked, a false sense of kindness in her words.
Colby raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, please enlighten me," he sighed.
The witch smirked.
"I take your blood- perform the spell, and bam- out there somewhere, your other half will be... well, probably screaming..."
"You can't be serious," colby snickered.
"Don't test me, boy."
He hated to admit it, but the brunette did shrink back slightly then.
He watched as the woman turned around, rummaging around in her bag and pulling out a needle. She turned to Sam.
"No, no you get away from him!" colby warned, suddenly slightly more concerned than he had been before.
"Let's start with you, blondie."
"Get away from him!" Colby growled.
The witch ignored his threats, flouncing over to Sam and effortlessly sticking the needle into his pale, slightly sunburnt arm. The blonde winced, turning his head away. Colby watched as the blonde's blood trickled into the little tube- and when she seemed to be satisfied with the amount, pulled the needle back out and walked away.
They watched as she poured the blood into a little dish; the scene making colby feel slightly ill.
What if this actually worked. Who did Sam care most about? Kat? His mum and dad?
He could tell Sam was thinking the same thing, worry etched into his features.
Colby was broke off from his train of thoughts rather abruptly though, when the lady started muttering, holding her fingers to her temples.
The words weren't English, Latin maybe.
But she mumbled on for about a minute, before straightening up, bringing her arms to her side and stepping back.
There was silence.
And then, Colby screamed.
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