His Slave

Chapter 5

WARNING: SELF HARM AND SMUT

It had been about 4 months since we escaped from Harry and the boys. 3 months since I met Josh. 2 months since he asked me out. 1 month since Eleanor disappeared.

I'm not stupid. I know that the boys got a hold of her and I've been on edge since then. I know that, if they've found Eleanor, then it's only a matter of time until they get me.

"Morning beautiful." Murmured Josh from beside me and I felt my stomach churn at the sound of his gruff morning voice.

"Morning." I replied, rolling over to face him. He wound his arms round my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Happy Birthday." He murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Oh yeah, forgot about that. When Eleanor disappeared about a month ago I couldn't afford rent of the small flat on my own so Josh made me move in with him. It wasn't that I didn't want to, I just felt a little uncomfortable living round a boy – especially one that treated me as well as he does. I'm used to being ridiculed and picked on, beaten and people attempting to stamp the spirit from me. This was one of the reasons I like Josh. He was gentle and caring. He hardly ever rose his voice and he looked at me like I was the best thing that ever happened to him. I think it's safe to say that I love him.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, kissing down my jaw to my neck that was exposed by the neck of my pyjama top that had slipped down.

"I dunno." I groaned as he started sucking gently on the place where my neck joined my shoulders.

"Why don't we go out tonight?" He asked, pulling away to look at my face. "You're old enough now."

"Okay then. We've got to go now though, the market opens in an hour and we need to pick up the fresh load of stock." I stood, pulling him out of the bed after me and shoving him towards the wardrobe. I went through my morning routine, having a quick shower before dressing and applying my usual light makeup. When we were ready, I dragged Josh out the door and to his car.

We spent the day as usual, serving customers until we ran out of stock, then adding up the takings and taking our share. It was the same every day. Once we'd finished at the market, it was about 5 so we hurried home and got changed. I wore a red dress that Josh had bought me a while back, pairing it with my favourite black converse and the single necklace I had with me from home. I'd managed to keep it hidden from Harry and now I never took it off.

By 7 Josh was leading me up to the entrance of the local club and pulling me through the door. As soon as we entered the heat hit me. The room was full of people grinding and dancing, having fun.

"I'll go get us drinks." Josh yelled over the noise and I nodded. When he came back he handed me a drink. I took a gulp and almost gagged at the flavour and strength of the liquid. I turned to see Josh chuckling to himself, swigging his own drink. I braced myself and downed my own, embracing the fire that slid down my throat. I giggled and ground back against him, giggling again when he moaned quietly.

Two hours and several drinks later we were on the dance floor and grinding to the beat of the music. I let out a moan as Josh leant down, sucking harshly on my neck. He didn't stop until there was sure to be a mark but for once I didn't mind.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks." He mumbled and I nodded, feeling him pull away. I made my way towards the edge of the dance floor, gasping when I hit something solid. I travelled my gaze up the hard chest in front of me until my eyes met the green orbs focused solely on me. I felt the blood drain from my face as I looked upon the demon that changed my life.

H.P.O.V.

We'd spent the last week watching her. We caught Eleanor about a month ago – thanks to Josh that is. We discovered where the girls were living before we took her but George wasn't there.