Tied up. That's what he had been for the past three hours. His screams and pleads of help, were all muffled by the tape that covered his pink lips. His hands and feet were tied to a chair, preventing him from running away. The strangers had been looking at him for a while. Their eyes were cold as stone, and their voices rough as they talked. "He was an easy target, walking alone in the dark and everything." The curly haired boy said. They all looked young, maybe around the same age as Niall, definitely not much older. "So how long do we keep him here?" Another boy asked. The tan boy stepped forward and just looked at Niall. Niall assumed he was the leader of the gang. "Until his excuse of a boyfriend gives us the money he owe us." He replied. "But, that doesn't mean we can't have fun with Blondie while we wait." He bent forward and put his lips close to Niall's ear and whispered "We're going to have so much fun," and then he backed away again. Niall's eyes widened and he started trashing against the ropes. He screamed against the tape as he watched the four boys laugh at him. "Move all you want, you're not going anywhere." The tan boy smirked. "You're ours now. You're trapped."