Essence's POV:

He was back.

No. No no no.

"You," he snarled at Eleanor. "Go sit."

I watched Eleanor back away fearfully and sit down in the chair that he always handcuffed her to when he was knocking me out.

"You're going to kill me aren't you," I whispered. He said nothing, pulling me forcefully to my feet and leading me over to the bed.

"Not yet," he said finally, forcing me down. "But I did get something for you."

He pulled out his old needle.

"Stay still."

I raised my eyebrows. "That's not new," I said, trying to keep the quiver out of my voice.

"No, but I got a new drug for you," he whispered. I stared at him, and before he could inject me I scrambled backwards across the bed away from him.

"No," I begged. "Please."

He laughed mechanically and crawled across the bed after me, sitting down on top of me, holding me down.

I screamed. He was going to do it.

"Calm down," he hissed. "I'm not going to kill you. But I might, now that I know you really are scared of dying. This is just a new drug, it'll keep you awake."

I screamed again. "STOP! STOP!"

He snorted and pinned my weak arms down easily. "Who's going to hear you love? It's just me in this house."

The needle pierced my skin and I screamed again, tears pouring from my eyes as I writhed beneath him.

It was over as soon as at started, and he sat there, on top of me, waiting. Holding his breath, waiting for something.

And I knew instantly what he'd been waiting for. Instead of passing out as I usually did, the world began to spin around me, his horrible, horrible face morphing above me. It was a blur.

And he leaned down to kiss me. I pushed him away, and he laughed. A singsong laugh. Niall's laugh. I looked at him. He was Niall. It was Niall.

"Niall," I breathed. "Niall!"

I reached up and kissed him passionately. He was here. He'd come to save me. But as I wrapped my arms around his neck I felt a piercing, from his earring. Earring? Niall didn't have an earring. But it was him, his face.

His hands reached beneath my shirt to feel my breasts. He pulled my shirt over my head. Niall. He was here. He loved me.

I pulled off his shirt. He pulled off my shorts and his fingers ran along my clit overtop of my underwear.

I shivered. It felt so good. And it was Niall. Niall would protect me. And we were at Niall house. His house where he'd grown up. But how had we gotten there? Where had I been before? Where had he been before? Why was everything so blurry?

He dove down and kissed my neck, hard and fast, pulling my panties down off of me. I pulled his hand back to the clasp where my bra was. He laughed and unhooked it, letting it fall. I reached down and pulled his pants off, running my hand down his member, over his boxers.

His kisses moved from my neck to my breasts. I gasped as he hit the perfect spot. Niall was here. He loved me.

He slowly plucked two fingers into me. Pulling them in and out quickly, making me gasp and shudder with pleasure. I reached down and pulled off his boxers. Now we were completely uncovered.

I lowered my head to lick his member and he moaned with pleasure. Anything for Niall.

He forced me back onto the bed, kissing my lips hungrily. I fought back, and our tongues danced. Then he positioned himself over me.

I felt the tip of his member tickle my clit and my eyes rolled back, my body curving up to meet him. He slid in slowly, and began to thrust.

I was gasping with pain and pleasure.

"Essy," he gasped, as he pushed deeper inside of me.

"Niall!" I screamed. He laughed.

Why had he laughed? Slowly, he pulled out of me, and he lay on top of me for a moment, panting. I kissed him passionately. He was here, loving me. He began to kiss my breats again, sucking on my erect nipples.

Then all of a sudden he pulled away.

With so much force I screamed, he hit me across the face. I sat up, sharply, the world still spinning. Niall had hit me? But it wasn't Niall. It was Jeremy.

"YOU SICK BASTARD!" I screamed. He hit me again, forcing me down on the bed, kissing my breasts again. I struggled beneath him and he hit me again.

The drug was wearing off now, the world was coming back into focus. I fought back.

"Boy, you're so much more fun when you're awake," he purred, his face in my cleavage. I tried to hit him, but he pinned me down.

"Thought I was Niall, didn't you? Thought you're love had come to save you?"

Tears were now streaming down my cheeks again, and I screamed for help, even though I knew no one would hear me.

"You're all mine now love," he purred, sliding up my body to kiss my lips. "No one will find you. Ever."

Notes

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