SWEETHEART • H.S

•Twenty Three•

I gasped for air for what felt like the millionth time and coughed out the water that I managed to accidentally inhale right into my lungs.

They were playing with me.

Making bets to see how long it took me before I passed out.

They were completely and utterly sick.

They even 'dressed me up' if that's what you call what I'm wearing.

A/N: refer to the image for what they're making her wear

I felt so exposed in front of these men and the handful of women who were too muscular for their own good.

They could knock me right out with one punch.

Not even the self defense I had learned in the past could help me against any of them.

Everyone in this room could snap me in half like a stick you accidentally step on out in the woods.

"Who bet for the fifth dunk? You just lost your money! Alright, alright calm down! Place your bets"

I continued trying to catch my breath as my curls were soaked and dripping down onto the cheap carpet of what appeared to be some sort of basement or cellar.

I couldn't run because I was chained to one of the large wooden poles holding this place up.

If it was Harry chaining me to the headboard of my bed I wouldn't have a problem, but this was just ridiculous.

It was so random how they had a broken down tub in here just to torture me.

Has it always been down here or did they know I would get caught eventually and had it set up?

Was drowning in this awfully stained tub the way I would go?

I was hoping an earth shattering orgasm that stopped my heart would be the thing to take me to my grave but hey, a girl can dream.

I have no idea where I am due to the fact that I had been knocked out beforehand.

I almost began to tear up thinking of Harry not coming out of his apartment for me as soon as I left.

Why didn't he come get me?

Was he even trying to look for me right now?

Does he even know that I was kidnapped?

Oh god.. he doesn't know...

He's probably so pissed that he doesn't want to associate with me anymore.

Not seeing Harry felt like I had no reason to live anymore, having him with me felt like life was complete, full of the things I had never experienced before.

He was the one good thing in my life that made up for the eternity of pain.

And now he's gone...

I felt a small tear slip out each corner of my eyes and I didn't try to stop them.

I'm usually so fûcking strong for my own good but right now I was weak and I didn't know how to get myself back.

I can't do this anymore.

No one knows where I am.

I'm never getting out of here.

I'll never see Reid or Jordan again and that made my heart clench in my chest.

What hurt even more was that Nina was probably taking advantage of Harry's fragile heart.

He must think I'm gone so he's going for what he knows best.