Essence's POV:

The room was dark and silent, lit only by a single lamp in the center of the room. There hadn't been another girl in here with me for almost a year. Usually there were two or three others, but he killed them in the end, when they stopped pleasing him. But he'd always kept me. I think he liked torturing me.

Suddenly the door burst open, followed by screaming. A shaft of sunlight poured into the dark room.

"LET ME GO PLEASE LET ME GO!" The girl screamed, her long brown hair blocking her face, but I knew instantly that she was in tears. "PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"Shut up," he hissed. Him. There he was. My tormentor.

"Please," she begging, only able to whisper through her renewed sobs.

He sat her down in a chair across the room from me, then he got up and headed for the door.

"I'll be back in a minute," he snarled as he left, locking the many locks on the door before heading upstairs.

The girl was sobbing into her hands, shaking violently.

"Hey," I whispered, walking over. She jumped so violently when she looked up that she knocked the chair over as she leapt to her feet.

"It's okay," I whispered. "He kidnapped me too. I've been here for almost six years, and I'm okay."

Well sort of.

She stared at me.

"What's your name?" I asked gently, holding out a hand to lead her over to the broken down old couch where I'd just been sitting.

"Eleanor," she whispered. "Eleanor Calder."


We jumped as he re-entered the room. We'd been sitting and talking for almost an hour. She'd finally stopped crying.

"You," he snapped, grabbing Eleanor's arm and pulling her over to the fallen chair. "Sit."

She sat and he handcuffed her to the chair, and turned it to face the wall. "Don't move."

Then he walked over to me.

"Playtime," he sneered, with a devilish grin.

"Let the girl go," I snarled.

"No."

"LET HER GO. YOU'RE ALREADY RUINING MY LIFE WHY RUIN HERS TOO!" I screamed.

"Ah... we're getting touchy," he breathed, leaning in to kiss me. I slapped him.

"Tut, tut," he simpered. "You know what happens when you slap me."

He pulled a knife out of his jeans. I didn't flinch as he slit my wrist for the hundredth time.

"For old time's sake," he whispered. And he took two fingers and wiped up some blood that was trickling down my arm, and drew a line in my own blood across my throat.



Niall's POV:

It was the morning of our first day to finally look for Essy. I rolled out of bed and walked down the hall to wake up Zayn and Perrie. I was surprised to find them already awake. Zayn was sitting bolt upright and Perrie had tears in here eyes.

"What's wrong?" I gasped, shocked.

"Louis... called..." Perrie chocked out as Zayn sat back against the bed frame, his eyes watering. "It's Eleanor... she's missing."

Notes

i. hate. life.


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