Kidnapped by Superstars

I screamed out in agonising pain as Zayn thrusted his fingers relentlessly into my ass, feeling as if I were being ripped apart, piece by piece, from the inside. I felt the blood begin to drip out from below me, and a sob wracked my entire body as he curled his fingers upward inside of me.

Zayn finally removed his fingers, but the relief was over much too soon for my liking, as I felt the tip of his pressing against my entrance from behind.

"N-no, please no!" I begged.
"Shut up, this is what you get when you misbehave, slut!" he growled. I felt a stinging pain on my lower back and sobbed as he spanked me, lining himself up with my entrance.

"You know, Zee, I think she needs something to shut her up..." I heard Louis' voice from across the room.
"Hm, like a gag?"
"No, no. Much worse." I could almost literally hear the grins and smirks in both of the boys' voices.

I shivered all over as Zayn repeatedly slammed into me from behind, as I heard Louis' footsteps nearing me more and more.

The rough pads of Louis' fingertips graze against my chin, gently tugging my gaze upwards to meet his eyes. I expect them to be dialated and cold as ice, as usual, but there is something different from before that I notice. I can't quite put my finger on it, it's almost as if he appears to be...Sorry for me?

No.

He can't be.

It's not possible.

He loves to hurt me, and hates to see me happy.

I decide in an instant that this is most definetly not the time to be focusing on his emotions right now, after alll, it's not like he even gives a shit about me...Does he? Could he? I don't know, and I am not sure if I ever will be. His fingers weave through my tangled blonde locks, gently and softly. I look up into his eyes, pleading and crying out in pain as Zayn has not stopped his unforgiving pace.

"I...I-I can't do it. I'm sorry, I just...I can't." Louis stutters out to all of our surprise.

If it weren't for my restraints, I would have fell to the floor in shock. I gaze into his eyes once again, and, wait, is that...A tear? I believe it is. But why would he be crying? I whimper pathetically in agony as Zayn repeatedly bucks his hips into me, making me fairly certain that I won't be able to go to the bathroom on my own for a while.

I feels different, slightly softer hands pull my hips forward, away from Zayn, who literally growls in protest to their actions. My hands and feet are briskly untied, and strong arms lift me off of the bed.

Before I can even take as much as a quick glance around me, however, I find myself on a softer bed, in a different room, with tan arms around me, holding me tightly and yet not hurting me.

My head is gently turned to the side, and my eyes widen in fear.

Why did Louis save me?

Notes

Bum...Bum...BUUUUM!

Don't worry, there will be a part three, I promise!

Until then, though, here is your question of the day:

Do you think it is possible for people to have a change of heart?

Ciao for now, my lovelies! (I'm Italian and Ciao means hello and goodbye, yes I am a total nerd.)

~Annalisa