"Please," I begged. "D-do you want money? I can get you money."

I sat on the ground, curled up in what looked like a basement. People around me were walking around, so far just ignoring me. I sobbed, trying to take deep breaths as I closed my eyes. It had only been a couple of hours but I just kept imagining Mikey on the ground, shot and bleeding. He was only a kid.

There were seven in total and each one was bigger than the last. They all had piercings and tattoos, none of them speaking to me. I wasn't sure if I would rather them ignore me or talk to me to at least explain something about what was going on. I was taken from my own home in the middle of the night. It wasn't a robbery, they didn't take anything but me. Why would they take me?

"I don't want any of that," one of the men said from across the room, talking to one of his accomplices. "Make sure you keep this quiet, okay? No one has to know. Get everything set up to contact Iero, we have to make sure that everything is prepared."

My head turned to them when I heard them say Frank's name. This has something to do with Frank? Why would Frank matter that I was just kidnapped?

"I've almost got everything," the other man said.

"Frank?" I asked. "P-please, what's going on?"

"God he's getting annoying," the man muttered.

"Please, I just wanna talk to Frankie," I sobbed.

He grabbed a piece of cloth, coming over. I whimpered, backing up as far as I could against the wall. He tied the cloth into my mouth around my head as a gag and I sobbed. I pulled at the ropes, feeling it dig into my wrists.

"He cut his arm when he fell," the man remarked. "Get it cleaned up."

Another man came over and I jumped back as he touched my arm, which was covered in dry blood. He wiped it down and wrapped it up in a bandage. He seemed to have at least a little bit of medical knowledge, maybe he was a doctor. Why would a doctor kidnap someone? Well, there is seven of them, just like the seven dwarfs. Maybe I can call him Doc.

Doc left me alone, sniffling and crying as he walked to the leader, who I was gonna call Grumpy. I gave the rest of them names all from the seven dwarfs, Bashful, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy and Dopey. Maybe that'll make it easier to keep track of them and possibly help me get out of here somehow.

"I have a meeting later," Grumpy said. "This better be done quick."

"What if he doesn't answer?" Dopey asked.

"Why wouldn't he answer?" Grumpy asked. "You've seen him with Gerard, he would slit his own wrists for him, he's gonna answer if he thinks Gerard is calling him."

I looked at them nervously before I realized they had a camera on a tripod that Sleepy set up in front of me. They surrounded me then and I cowered back in fear. I closed my eyes, trying my best to block everything else out. It felt like years of them talking before I heard Frank's voice above all the rest.

"What the fuck is this?" Frank asked.

I opened my eyes, gasping as I looked around. But I couldn't see Frank from where I was, he could only see me.

"We have something that you may want," Grumpy said.

He grabbed my hair, lifting my head up as I sobbed.

"Don't fucking touch him," he seethed.

The man pulled the gag out of my mouth.

"Mikey is hurt," I sobbed. "Y-you have to help him."

"Why are you doing this?" Frank asked.

I sniffled, looking at the camera.

"Please," I sobbed. "Please let me go."

Happy held a pistol to my head and I let out a choked sob, trying to keep calm so they wouldn't have a reason to shoot me.

"Don't do this," Frank said. "Don't hurt him. What do you want?"

"I think that can be discussed in a later day," Grumpy said. "We just thought you might want to know what we have before we negotiate. You might want to get back to the States."

The call seemed to end because I no longer heard Frank's voice and they moved the camera away.

"Now what?" Sneezy asked.

"Now we wait," Grumpy stated. "He'll be back in the United States in about nine almost ten hours, no doubt he's going to get onto the first flight back. We'll negotiate more then."

They left me alone and I took the opportunity to look around. I was in a room that was almost completely empty minus a table. The walls were completely grey, the walls and floors were all made of concrete. It was dark and cold, only one dim light hanging from the ceiling in the center of the small room.

My feet were bound together, my hands tied behind my back. My clothes were already starting to get dirty and my ass was starting to hurt from the concrete floors. I could feel the pressure on my bladder, I really needed to take a piss but I had a feeling they weren't gonna untie me and bring me to my own ensuite any time soon.

Frank seemed to not be as surprised as I was about everything that happened. He was upset, sure, but not surprised. All I wanted now was to be held in his arms. I wanted to kiss him and tell him I loved him and curl up in his arms as I fell asleep and he whispered to me quietly.

I looked around, trying to find anything to help me. I pulled at the ropes but they were tied to tight to pull them loose. I even attempted to bend down to my feet to use my teeth but I was definitely not flexible enough for that. God, after this I need to do more yoga.

I sniffled, trying to wipe the tears off my cheeks with my shoulder. Crying wouldn't help get me out of here. There had to be some way out. I used the wall, pushing back against it to help me stand up. I sighed as I looked around, biting my lip. I looked down at my feet before taking a small, nervous hop forward. I wobbled a bit but stayed standing.

Maybe if I can get to the table I can use the corner of it to cut the ropes. It would take a while but if I were to do it correctly then I would be able to do it. I could use the sharp age to slowly saw through the ropes on my wrists and then I could untie my legs.

I hopped over to the table, turning my back to it. I bit my lip, as I slowly began to saw through it. It burned my wrists from the tugging but I ignored it. I had to do it fast, who knows when they were gonna walk in again and find me trying to get out of my restraints. I looked behind me, trying to see if it was working. I couldn't really see it or tell if it was actually doing anything to really help.

I heard footsteps coming closer and my eyes widened. I hopped back to my corner, sitting down just as the door opened. Sleepy walked in with a bowl and I looked at him nervously.

"Please let me go," I whimpered.

"We can't do that," he said. "You need to eat."

I shook my head, turning away from him.

"It won't do any of us any good if you starve to death," he said.

I sniffled, shaking my head. He pulled me closer and I cried quietly.

"Please," I whimpered. "I need to go home."

He just pulled me over again with the bowl and I saw what looked to just be soup. Barely even soup, moreso just broth. But what if there's something in it? Some kind of poison?

"My brother needs help," I sobbed. "He's gonna die, Please. H-he's just a kid."

"Eat," he stated.

He held the bowl to my lips but I turned my head, causing it to fall and spill on me. I gasped, thankful that it wasn't hot. But then I felt a sharp slap to my cheek and I cried out in pain as my head jerked to the side. He grabbed my hair, pulling on it roughly.

"Look at what you've done!" He shouted. "I was trying to be nice and you're being an ungrateful bitch!"

"Hey," Grumpy said as he walked in. "Hands off for now."

Sleepy hesitated before letting go of my hair and I could feel the roots stinging. I sobbed, closing my eyes. My eyes were hot from all the crying, I knew they were probably all puffy and red but that really didn't matter at all. I just wanted to be curled up in Frank's arms again.

"I think it would be best for you to cooperate," Grumpy said. "You'll find that everything will be a lot easier for you if you do that."

I looked up at him nervously as he loomed over me. He was scary looking, big with greying hair. He was wearing a suit, similar to that of Frank's. He wore a fancy watch too, just like the one Frank has.

"P-please," I whimpered. "Please let me go. I-I don't know why you want me but please just let me go. I-I wanna go home."

He ignored my crying, the two of them leaving me alone. I don't know how long I was down there, there's no real sense of time. But it felt like hours as I sat there sobbing, soon covered in my own piss as I tried to get sleep to take over me just so for a little bit I could be somewhere other than here.