Captured By Throne

Kidnapped

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Dias POV

I woke up tied to a chair with my head pounding. I tried to recall what happened. After a few seconds I knew. I felt like my hands were going to fall off from the lack of blood pumping through them. The rope, tight as ever, seemed to be pressing into me every time I took a breath.

I held up my head carelessly, not caring enough to refocus my blurred vision, but to have a faint clue to where I was this time.

I've had no experience being tied up, well kidnapped. But I've watched enough TV to tell me that they probably would of taken me somewhere else. I don't even want to worry about what I left behind.. I have a feeling that my life would never be the same after this. If I make it out alive, that is.

"What's your name?"

I was taken aback, surprised that there was someone in here with me, and at the fact they asked me directly. It was the first time any of them spoken to me. The voice sounded so deep and harsh, I almost wanted to respond on instinct. My ego wouldn't let me though. At least it allowed me to put my head back down. My neck really did hurt.

I stared intensely at my lap as the voice responded.

"I said, what is your name"

"I'm not scared of you" A lie. A big f*cking lie. How is it that my life would end like this? I could already see the headlines. Girl found dead in an alley in Los Angeles. How honorable. What would my family think? No. In my last few minutes I won't spend any time thinking about those low lives, I won't let them get into my thoughts. It's partly their fault I'm in this mess in the first place. If they would just listen to me, then maybe things would of gone differently. Or maybe if I was able to get past that clawing feeling from the back of my mind that I never got rid of from childhood.

If

I already despised that word, now it takes on a whole other meaning.

"Right, this probably isn't a greeting."

I looked up fast, an other gun shot? My eyes started to water as intense pain came from my shoulder.

"Di- did you shoot me?!!" I winced trying to look down at my shoulder. Blood was already staining my white stained shirt. I bit my tongue to stop from screaming out. And to stop the tears already clouding my vision.

"Now that we know each other, I'm going to ask you one more time, what is your name?" he said slowly

I looked up with the most disgusting sneer I could master. I never felt more hatred for something, someone, in my whole life. Well, I could name a couple people, but no one else matters at this moment. Only him.

"Dia.... Woodser" I said with as much pride I could master through the pain shooting up my right arm. As soon as I said it, I almost wished he would shoot me again. Almost. I could have said any name, any name, but instead I said my own. Well not like it matters, he would end up killing me anyways.

My mind flew to last night. Well I suppose it was last night, I had no idea how long I've been passed out for. From the way those men looked at me when they saw me, it didn't seem like they were there for me. No, it was for the other guy in the alley. His expression was still locked into my head. I wondered if I would ever have a good sleep ever again.