Torn

Chapter Thirty-Six

A/N: I guess you all should stay on your toes since the last chapter. I don't think ANYONE was expecting that, were you? ;) xx

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Torn; Chapter Thirty-Six  {Madison's POV}

I remembered yelling and screaming. I remembered Harry lying on the floor, unconscience. I remembered being kidnapped. I squinted my already closed eyes, not wanting any of this to be a reality. I opened them, not seeing anything or anyone around. I stood up slowly. I took in all of my surroundings. There was nothing except a bed. The walls and floors were concrete. I sat down on the floor, afraid that I'd fall anyway. My head was spinning so bad. I just wanted Niall here with me.

"Niall," I whispered barely audible. A tear stroked my cheek as I tried to stand up again. I heard footsteps above me. I winced as I heard yelling then the footsteps get closer. I heard a door creak open as I stood there, stiff as a board.

"There she is," a man, probably in his mid-twenties, said. I shifted my weight to my other foot before he got closer. His finger wiped away the tears under my eyes. "Why would a pretty girl like you be crying?" I couldn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I didn't have any words in my mind. "I ASKED A QUESTION!" he growled.

"Um... no reason," I lied. He smiled creeply as two other men entered the small space.

"Great," he sneared. He turned around to face the other men. I rolled my eyes and tried to make myself as comfortable as possible. I sat down on the bed, looking at the bland sheets.

"These won't work," I said annoyingly. Maybe if I make him annoyed he'd let me go.

"What won't work?"

"These sheets. I can't sleep on gray sheets. That's not in my custom."

"You slept on them last night."

"I was knocked out when we got here. Now that I know these are gray, I won't be able to sleep. I need a bright color like pink, or yellow. No wait, blue." He turned back around, clearly annoyed. I smiled to myself before he could turn back around. He whispered something to the other men, and the left immediately. I got worried, now. What was he going to do to me. My breathing sped up to where I could barely breathe at all. I choked on my breath as he looked at me. His pedophile smile made me want to run out, but my legs wouldn't carry me, and I knew I'd never make it. I had to sit there while he smiled at me as if I were some kind of six year-old that he was fixing to rape. Rape.

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