Chaos

Outfit of the Chapter
Concert

Why had everyone dropped like flies? Why where they staring at her with empty eyes, drool and drinks coming out of their mouths? Why? then the waitress from before came back and he looked at her. He sighed and scratched the back of his head.
"Why couldn’t you just have taken a sip of that drink?" he said.
"You seriously believed a pregnant woman would drink alcohol?" Max asked.
"This is going to be troublesome" he sighed and looked at her again. Two others joined him and they picked some of the unconscious girls up.
"You either come with me, peacefully, or I will drag you by your hair down the stairs" he said and gestured towards the stairs.
"Why are you doing this?" Max asked and got up. The sound to the last song, Dear Maria, was blasting through the speakers. Max took a deep breath and walked down the stairs with the man after her.

He lead her to an empty room where he asked her to take off her belt. Confused she did as he asked her too and he brought her hands together and tied it with her belt. Tight and hard so she couldn’t move her hands.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked.
"Shut up" he said. He forced her down on a chair and took away her bandana, and let out her hair. Then to her surprise he stroked her cheek and gave her a creepy smile. Max shivered.
"We are so going to scared the living crap out of your so called husband and his band" he whispered and looked into her eyes. She just stared at him with wide eyes. They would what?

- - -

Alex and the others walked off stage and the first thing they noticed was that it was a little bit empty backstage. No one was to be seen.
"Where is everybody?" Rian asked and looked confused.
"I have no idea" Jack said and opened the door to their dressing room.
"I wanna go and see Max" Alex said and stretched out on the couch. Then the door shut down and they saw that about 6 men stood in their room. All dressed in black and glaring at them.
"Now… Either you peacefully do what we ask you to do, or we’ll get things nasty" one of them said. All four of them stared at the men with wide eyes. Was this a joke or something? What was going on?

All four of them had their hands tied together and were sitting on the couch. Rian and Zack stared into air, Jack was looking at his hands and Alex sat there with closed eyes. What was going on? Why was this happening? Alex sighed and looked at the men before him.
"Where are the others?" he asked them.
"Others?" one answered.
"Our crew" Jack said.
"They are in other dressing rooms" he said.
"Have you hurt them?" Alex asked.
"Not that much" he chuckled. Jack and Alex glared at him, and Zack and Rian snapped back to reality.
"I bet Coram is having fun with the ladies" someone sighed.
"Didn’t they lock them up in three dressing rooms in the back?" a blond asked. Alex looked at them. It couldn’t bee that many women. They didn’t have that many women in their crew or working here at the venue.
"Some of them are fans" the blond sighed.
"You locked up some of our fans?" Rian asked.
"Yeah, we needed a few more than just you" they answered. Alex got nervous and swallowed.
"What about Max? Did you do anything to her?" he asked.
"Max?" the blond asked.
"Isn’t that his wife?" one asked.
"The pregnant woman?" another asked.
"You mean the woman they beat up ?" someone said and Alex felt his heart drop.

- - -

Max heard them say earlier that they wouldn’t touch her, because they didn’t want the mess of her going into earlier labor. So they treated her like a princess. Well not a princess since she was still tied up and alone in a room with two guys.
"Can I have something to drink?" she asked.
"fuck off" the one named Ricky said.
"Please?" Max asked and swallowed nervously.
"I said fuck off" Ricky said again.
"My heart is racing, my head is feeling light and I can feel that my hands are trembling… If I don’t get anything to drink, or some sugar, I will go into shock and my body can’t handle that" Max said and pretended to feel really bad. She knew that would do anything to keep her calm. Ricky muttered and asked the other one to go and get something to drink.

As much as she was locked inside a dressing room and had her hands tied together, she still had them around her little finger.