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Chapter 20:


Cruz and I worked the stage. We twisted and grinned up on our poles, smacking our asses and shimmying our boobs. Honestly, this is the trashiest and most disgusted I've ever felt, but this is my job. And I've got to do what I've got to do.

Cruz teased the men in crowd like crazy. Letting her boobs wiggle around in her low cut top. She without a doubt knew what she was doing. I on the other hand, was still a beginner. Casper had put something in my bra to make my chest puff out a little more and my white short shorts were definitely not too long. Every trick I could feel my cleavage becoming more and more visible, and with each jump my pants raised, reveling a hint more of ass each time.

Onstage with all the lights and shit, you couldn't see much. But you could most certainly hear and feel the crowd. Hoots and hollers from all the thirsty guys and their greedy and greasy hands clawing for a piece of us.

Soon enough our time was up and Lou and Casper were up after us. Cruz collected our money while I gathered items for our next job, waitressing.

"Nice job out there! But in all seriousness there is a guy in a black suit with the first few buttons of his collar undone out there. Get him in a room and utilize the time to take an advance and get some info. " Lou whispered.

Thankfully Cruz also heard the conversation because I was not paying attention. After the words 'In all seriousness' came out of her mouth, I was done. My old soccer coach used to say that so much we custom made a shirt for him with the words on it. Surly this was not the time to think of my 20 year old coach, but all the adrenaline was going to my head.

Nearly two seconds after Cruz had dragged me out onto the bar floor, and I already felt some slimy hand on me. The man placed his hands on my hips, grinding his lower region into my bum. I decided to play along for a little bit and started swaying my hips to the music. Biting my lip, I motioned for him to lower his head, I had something to tell him.

And in my sexiest voice I whisper, "Fuck off." And gracefully kicked my foot up. Digging my heels into his balls.

That without a doubt taught him a lesson.

"Hey." A deep mans voice purred from behind me.

"Hi." I sexily smirked and to in to account his attire. Black suit with the first few buttons of his collar undone.

"What do you say, we go get a room?"

Damn, shit, fuck.

I know this would be the perfect opportunity to find out some shit, but the guy was intimidating and I really don't want to go in one if those rooms. This guy could unquestionably take me down, even with my weapons. And I don't want him to be anywhere near me with those wandering hands of his.

"Sure." Was all I could get out.

"Perfect." He smirked, taking my hand in his and placing the other on my ass. Talk about kinky.

The guy had me guiding the way as if I knew where we were going. I pretended to be a little drunk so he would suspect anything when I had no ideas where the fuck we were headed. As soon as we found an unoccupied room, the man took the lead.

"Go on, sit down." He motioned and locked the door.

I gulped at his actions. And that was the last I saw of him before a blind fold was placed over my eyes.
Fluttering my eyes open, I took in my surroundings. I was not longer at the club. No, I was in a place much creepier than that. Bloodied and clawed at walls with pealing paint, flickering green light rocking back and forth, metal caging over a hole in the concrete wall, boarded up windows, and a steal prison door, locked.

Somewhere off in the distance I head a scream, a loud ear piercing muffled cry coming from deep down in the soul. And the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder! Until I couldn't even hear the sound of my thoughts. Then it desisted, quiescent growing among.

The only noise seemed to be the low vibration of my beating heart, and the bass of blood pumping brought my veins and arteries. Goose numbs crawled onto my skin, sending a chill down my spine.
And then I heard something. It sounded like a small cart on wheels running in the cracked ground. Turned out I was right, moments later my door swung open, and the cart wheeled right in.

I was currently sitting on the tattered and dirty cot, too nervous to leave my spot. A creepy and old looking nurse walked in first, wheeling the cart in. Following her was a large African American man, dressed in dark and intimidating clothes.

"Get your ass up." The man commanded.

Without hesitation I rose to me feet, unaware of what was going to be doing my way next. The sickly old women gripped my wrist and dragged me to the stretcher. The man then took some handcuffs and roughly bound my hands together behind my back. I knew something like this would be in order, but I had hoped the lady would have done it. The mans dirty hands were too close to my butt.

As soon as the handcuffs locked, the large man hoisted me up on the stretcher backwards, with my butt facing his disgusting eyes. Now I defiantly was uncomfortable with my current predicament.

With my face smashed up against the disgusting cot, the two limited my mobility by handcuffing my feet together and strapping my body down. They treated me like I was some insane person ready to lash out at any moment and hurt them all. When in reality, I was practically harmless, they were the extremely dangerous ones.

Within a few minutes of being wheeled around the building, the cot seemed to stop in a different room. This one was almost pitch black, with one brightly shinning room. All of a sudden, a new pair of hands threw me about, turning me around so I was laying in my back. The mystery person lifted a section of the stretcher up so I was propped up.

"Fancy seeing you here, it's funny how the table has turned." A guy with a strangely familiar smile spoke.
"Shit." I muttered after realizing it was the same guy who I shot at a few weeks ago. Now I get what was going on here, if was in interrogation. Just like what Harry put this guy through.

Before I could say or do anything else the man lunged forward, slapping my across the face, hard. "Don't cry bitch, suck it up." He spit at me.

I can take a slap no problem, but what was next was too much for me to handle. The man pulled out a whip and slashed me across the face. Shortly after the large black man flipped me over, back on my face I was.

Slash after slashed I was whipped over the only revealed part of my back. I cringed at the pain which resulted in even more hits across my back. The constant burn increased after every hit, blood quickly spreading. Eventually that wasn't rewarding enough for him, seconds later I felt the zipper of my shirt being unzipped. I squinted my eyes and prayed they wouldn't find the blade.

"Well, look what we got here, a blade." My muscles tightened with I heard the dreaded noise of the opening knife. "What the hell?" The guy stopped.

"Back the fuck away." A new voice joined the scene.

"Oh, lover boy to the rescue." The guy laughed and pricked my back with the knife.

"Back the fuck away." The voice demanded again.

Hold on, I know that voice.

"No." The man snickered, and held the knife under my neck. Now with my back in the air, he couldn't see the blade. Meaning he doesn't know how close he was to my skin. And that scared me.

"I'm going to ask you again. Back the fuck away for her." Harry gritted.

The man started to say something and pushed the blade harder against my skin. Digging into the deep wound. And that was the last I heard of the man.

"No, I'm not going to loose another one." Harry's voice shouted.

The sound of a bullet echoed in the cramped and dark room. I couldn't even think about what just happened before I was brutally taken from the cot and thrown over Harry's shoulders.

"Go, go, go." Zayn's voice boomed in what seemed to be a hallway.

In a total of ten minutes we were greeted with the chilling air of autumn and the fresh smell of night time do. The sounds of shooting and crashing noises could be heard off in the distance. Along with occasional shouts and cries.

All of a sudden I was thrown in the back of a car, no lifts on or anything. I had absolutely no idea whether I was actually with Harry or not. There was no way to tell, I haven't heard his voice since the gun shot, and what I may have thought was Zayn's voice could have been anyone's.

I lunged forward at the fast motion of the car. Hitting my head against the seat in front me. "Shit, Paris. Are you okay?" Niall's worried voice was unmistakeable.

"Y-yeah." I tried to get out but couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry, I'll slow down." Niall must be in the drivers seat.

I knew they put something in me. I felt nauseous and slow, while everything else raced around at 100 miles and hour. My heart beating rapidly, pumping blood erratically. A steady drumming pounded on the inside of my skull, just waiting to get out.

"I think, I think, I'm gonna—" Vomit, all over the floor of the truck.

"Fuck, we are almost home Paris." Harry reached for my hair, pulling it back, away from my face and rubbed my back.

But I couldn't stop, I puked my guts out, until here was nothing left within me. "I'm so sorry." I coughed out.

"It's alright, as long as you're feeling better." One of the boys said.

"Much better, I just feel… dirty." I tried to wipe off some dirty off of me.

"We'll be home soon enough." Niall reminded.

About two minutes later the car halted. "Come here Paris. I'll help you out." Harry took my hands and slid me out of the car.

"How long was I gone?" I started to snap out of it a little bit.

"About a day." Harry mumbled under his breathe.

Forgetting I was still bound, I tripped on the curb and fell, almost smashing my face because my hands were bound. But instead, I was caught. "Careful love, I have to get those off first." Harry chuckled nervously.

"Here, I got those." Zayn took out one of those lock breakers and snapped my handcuffs in two.

"Thanks." I shook my hands and feet a little bit.

"Yeah, now go on and go to bed." Zayn patted me on my back.

I stumbled through the front door to find everyone awaiting my arrival. Casper and Lou were the first ones to jump up. "Paris!" They squealed.

"I'm here, I'm here." I stumbled a little but but caught my balance.

"Gentle girls, they drugged her." Harry called out.

"Yeah, like you're gentle." Casper sassed.

"Drugs?" I could feel some tears welling up in my eyes.Yep, defiantly drugs making me so damn emotional.

"Shit, look what you two did." Harry took my hand and escorted me away from everyone while some people booed.

"I feel kind of bad." I whined and tripped over my feet into Harry's arms.

"You will be better after you shower." Harry promised.

Which that I tip toed into my room and thankfully was feeling well enough to gather some clothes.
"Hold on." Harry stopped me and examined my backside. "Did they touch you?" Harry's face was filled with an overwhelming amount of emotion.

"I don't think so." I really couldn't remember much at this point, whatever they injected into me was throwing my mind for a loop.

"There are smudged handprints on your pants, and bloodied finger prints on your back." Harry's tone grew stiff.

"I'm in bad condition I know." His words really knocked me down a notch and made me feel like shit.

"No, no. Stop." Harry stepped ahead of me, blocking my path to my en suit. "I mean- I, just let me help you."

"I think I got it." I tried to push Harry aside.

I could hear Harry's deepening breathing and the frustration he had. But I blocked that all out while I started up the hot water in my shower. Looking in the mirror I was frightened by my reflection, I was a mess. Smeared blood looked like terrible blush on my cheeks, and a straight line of dripping blood from my neck made me look like a vampire. Not to mention the scars and scabs already forming on my busted up back.

This shower was certainly going to hurt me. And after twenty minutes of scrubbing grim and dirt off my cracked and broken skin, I was nearly in tears. Sucking those unnecessary water droplets back in my eyes, I dried myself off and slipped into my pajamas.Each time I shifted or bent down my back ached. Sleeping was guaranteed to be an issue tonight. Leaving my steamy bathroom I threw my dirty clothes aside.

"Holy shit." I spun around, startled by the voice. "Sorry I didn't mean to." Harry put his hands up in defense. I just stood there, arms crossed, waiting for him to explain. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't feeling loopy anymore."

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little bit better." I sighed and sat down at my desk chair. Cringing at the rough contact with my back.

"I'm so sorry about your back, it looks disgusting." Harry actually seemed sincere, even with his unpleasant words.

"Stop saying that. You protect me from everything."

"I'm gonna try." Harry looked stern in the low lighting. "It's my fault you're like this right now. And don't you dare fucking tell me it wasn't."

"Stop beating yourself up." I laid down and hid in my fort. "Stop taking the blame for things you couldn't control." I shouted from the floor.

"I take what I deserve, and I deserved that." Harry crawled in so we could continue our conversation.

"No, you take what you think you deserve. And you deserve a brake." I got settled in my covers.

"If only." Harry sighed.

We sat in a moment of silence, both of thinking, before I said a word. "Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine... but I don't even know you're favorite color?"

A smile creeped onto Harry's face. "What's yours?"

"Blue. Now what's yours?"

"Orange."

"Orange? Like the color of Ed's hair?" Harry didn't even think about how I knew who Ed was.

"A bit more muted. More like... sunset." He says.

Sunset orange. He's so pretentious. Shut up, it's fucking red. Ugh. Sunset orange.

I didn't even bother to tell him off, I was too tired for that. And so I drifted to sleep, knowing I left Harry waiting for my response that would never come.

Notes

Song for chapter:
Martians vs. Goblins
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So I updated... Not too much to say about that.

I just finished Divergent and from those of you who haven't read it yet, you need to! It was so good! I'm planning on seeing the movie on Monday, and that's also when I am borrowing he second book, so for he rest if the weekend I have nothing to read. Sigh. But oh well.

xoxo
-E