Our Story

21

Sam
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Pain.

That's all I felt when first sat up on the hard concrete floor. My head was throbbing, and my chest felt tight. I brought my hand up to feel my wounded head, retracting it quickly when I felt warm liquid.

Blood?

"Ah, and the princess is up, let's play now shall we?" My head shoots up in the dark room. A man, dark features, golden brown eyes, quiff jet black hair. He's rather attractive.

He takes small steps toward my place on the floor. "Can you speak love?" He grasps my arm pulling me to my feet. "You will fûcking speak when I tell you to!" He booms.

I wince at his grip, "Please, I-I just want to go home."

A small smile forms on his thin, yet plump lips. "Where to? To harry?"

My stomach churns. And I thrash around in his hold. "Don't fûcking touch him, I swear I'll-"

"You'll what?" He laughs darkly. "I see you have a bit of a soft side for the little shit." He let's go of my arm motioning me to follow, I oblige. "If you're a good girl I'll show you a surprise."

Following him, he leads us through a hall, various amounts of door on either side, until were in this large living room. "What are w-"

"No, no you don't talk unless I say you can." He waves a finger of disapproval. He stopped and pointed at the large couch. "Strip."

I shook my head. "I-I will not strip for you." I whisper, receiving a harsh slap. I brought my hand up to my stinging cheek. "You just h-hit me!"

"I told you, you only speak when I tell you. You will listen to me. You're not being a very good girl so far." He smirks. "Strip."

I move to stand in front of where he's sitting. I close my eyes, imaging I'm just changing to get in the shower, I miss my home. I miss my mom, I miss emily, niall...I miss harry. Once I'm fully naked, he stands, placing a hand on the cheek he once slapped. Leaning down to press small kisses to my neck.

Don't speak

My subconscious warns me, don't cry. Just shut up and take this like the tough bitch you know you are.

"Lay down on the couch." He demands. When I stay standing, he pushes me roughly onto it.

I take it.

I take it all, when he started kisses me, when his Tongue entered my mouth, when he made me feel his member, I took it.

Only until he started unbuckling his pants is when I broke into hysteric. "No! No please. Harry?! Please come help me. Harry!" I yell, hoping he would burst though that door and save me.

He never came.

"Would you shut up." He spat, slapping me yet again.

I gained the courage to look right into his golden brown eyes. "Please," I whispered. "Please just take me to harry."

Something flashed in his eyes, but it was gone as quick as it came. "Get up, you're not worth fûcking anyway."

He left the room, as soon as he did I covered myself back up, using my hands. "Here." He says, throwing me a change of clothes. "Wait."

I do as I'm told, the cloths resting in my lap. "Smile wide princess." I look up, seeing him holding a phone.

I shake my head frantically, attempting to snatch the phone away from him. "P-please don't."