Curly stood over me waving my panties in my face. Was this guy mental? I wanted to scream in his face but the look he had made my voice vanish. Looking past him, I see tall and scary who just had to make a stupid joke. If my hands were free I would rip both of their throats out. They have no idea who they're messing with. I'm the crown Princess of Austria. No one is supposed to hurt me,ever.
"If you harm me in anyway, heads will roll. I am the crown Princess.",I bite out at him through my teeth, trying to sound brave.
"Bitch please,I'm Harry Styles.",he says like that's supposed to mean something to me.
"Um, Harry?"
"Yesh,Lou?"
"Don't you think little miss thing needs a good washing up before we get her extremely dirty?"
"Why,yes, Lou. A good loofah scrub to be exact."
Before I realize what they intend to do. My hands are uncuffed and I'm yanked to my feet by my hair. Curly and Tall and scary both have my hair in their hands,yanking me up the stairs.
"Boys,look what we found!"
I hear feet running in our direction as they wind their hands in my hair,holding me still. Where's my security team. Why is there no one looking for me? Do they even know I'm gone? All these thoughts run through my mind as the other three animals stop in front of us.
"Lads, she needs a good scrubbing. Care to help?",Tall and scary asks.
The dark haired boy looks down at me and his lips split into a sadistic grin. I have a feeling this "washing" is not going to end well for me.
Mr. Partially shaved head steps closer and looks at me. He takes my face in his hands and turns my head left to right. Suddenly, he seems kind of green. The other boys look at him with concern and before I realize what's going on, he's vomiting all over me.
"See, told you she needed a bath.",Curly said, trying not to laugh at my predicament.
"Sorry, so sorry.",Partial shave says before running away.
I can't deal with them anymore. This is sick, creepy and just plain disgusting. I tried to remember what I learned in self defense class but my mind was drawing a blank. It just kept screaming that I had get out of here and I had to do it now. Pulling my hair free,I turn and kick them in the balls. Always works. I left curly and tall and scary with handfuls of my hair ,holding their crotches.Time to run like hell.
Pushing past the other boys,I run through the house, not having any idea where to go. This place is huge and reminds me of a maze. I cannot afford to get lost now,I need to get out. Suddenly,I'm hit in the face by sunlight shining through a row of windows and there's a big door right in front of me. Freedom, sweet, freedom is just a knob turn away.
I rush towards the door and tug it open in a flash and see the most disappointing sight ever. Not freedom, but a garden with all kinds of strange objects placed around it. I was going to turn and run back the way I came when huge hands pushed me through the door.
"Like my garden of pain babe? It's my homage to 50 Shades of Grey.", Curly sneered
Holy Fuck, did he mean a BDSM garden?
"Yay, you got her. Teach her a lesson Harry!", an Irish voice called out.
"If you don't do it man, I will."
"Calm your tits, Zayn, it's about to be done." Harry yelled back
I backed against the wall,pleading to him with my eyes. My instincts kicked in and I covered my face with my hands. I was well and truly terrified as he towered over me,punching one hand with the other. He knelt down and looked at me. I thought I saw something there in his eyes but it was soon gone. Once again,he pulled me to my feet by my hair and pulled me to a shower looking thing in the middle of the garden. If he keeps this up, I'll be bald before I can escape.
"I usually use this to wash the blood off my sluts but it will work for Payne puke too.",he informed me as he ripped my soiled dress off and threw it to the side.
I stood there shaking and naked as his eyes roamed my body.I have never felt so exposed in my life. I covered my private areas as best as possible but that just made him angry. His hand made contact with my jaw and send me sprawling on the ground. For the first time in my life, i can say I have been slapped. He turned the water on and it was ice cold as it drenched me.
"Lou said you smelled like vanilla, I prefer cinnamon", he told me as he squirted shower gel all over me, head to toe. He pulled some kind of brush out of a nearby chest and began to run it over my body. His strokes were too hard and was making my skin raw. I truly wanted to die at this moment.The scrubbing hurt worse than the slapping. Why would he do this to? I don't even know this guy so I was certain it's not out of any kind of revenge.
"So,love are you a fan?",he asked as he took my nipple between his fingers and twisted.
At this point, between the pain in my body and the fear coiling through my stomach, I had no idea what he was taking about. I just gave him a dumb look and shook my head.
"Answer when I speak to you!",he said slapping my ass cheek hard.
"I'm s-s-sorry. i don't know what you mean. A fan of what exactly?"
"Us, the lads and I. We're One Direction."
I had no idea what he was going on about,"Sorry. No clue" I whispered.
His green eyes seemed to fill with hate in that moment and he began to scrub me even harder. He was roughest on the tender skin at my thighs. The brush hit my pubic area and he pushed it hard against my mound , dragging it,biting into my flesh. I couldn't take anymore and cried out. Never had anyone ever dare touch me in so intimate a place in my whole life and here was this brazen boy trying to pry my legs open with a loofah brush.
Tears stream down my face as I turn and run from him once again. He was not going to do this to me. It was not gonna happen. No way. No how. I'm betrothed already to a British celebrity,whom I have never met and having a hymen is part of the deal. If this wanker follows through with his sick plan, not only am I ruined but my whole family as well.
Making it out the door,I turn and see him still standing where I left him and he was crying. Why? He had no reason to cry. He hurt me. I'm the injured party him. Not him . That bastard. I flipped him off and ran for my life, not caring anymore that I was naked or who might see.
Poking my head out ,I scanned the hall and saw no one. Perfect. I heard a TV playing not too far away and voices talking. That is not the way to go. I tiptoed across the hardwood floor until I came to what looked like the kitchen. There was a door and I could see cars pass by. All I had to do was get to the door. Looking behind me, I crept towards the door. Harry must still be crying for himself. Why should I care? He just hurt me, in more ways than one and I'm worried about his tears? What is wrong with me. My hand curled around the door knob and twisted, trying to be as quiet as possible. Almost there. It open with a small squeak and I froze,looking behind me. Nothing. I pulled it all the way open and was almost out when I felt hands wrap around my waist and pull me back inside. Soon,I was spun around to face the one who threw up on me.
"Hi,I'm Liam and you're very soft."
He pulled me into his arms, crushing my body to his,holding me tight. I thought he was going to deliver me back to that spawn of Satan, Harry. Picking me up ,he pressed me to his chest and carried me out of the kitchen and into a lounge ,making cooing sounds and stroking my hair.
"What's your name,love, we never did ask you?"
"Crown Princess Evangeline of Austria"
I hit the floor with a loud thud as he dropped me on my ass.
"Sorry,so,so sorry",he stammered as he ran from the room
I made it to my feet on shaky legs and tried to find my way back to that lovely door in the kitchen and freedom. My quest was cut short by 5 idiots blocking my way. Well, shit.
"Liam tells us you're unhappy with the accommodations and you are trying to check out early. Why, princess, that is not gonna happen." Louis, the tall scary one tells me.
Why is no oxygen going to my brain?