Kidnapped by Superstars

(Rebel's POV)

After Harry picked me up, he roughly slung my body over his muscular shoulder. And, keep in mind, I'm still naked this entire time. But is there really anything I am able to do about that? Obviously not. He then spins my body around, so that my front is facing in front of us, my bare butt exposed to an obviously cheeky Niall and Liam. Liam's the one that's not white, right? No...That's Zayn...Fuck. I get a bad feeling around him. Harry, the cheeky bastard, is smirking all the while. He turns his head towards Niall and Zayn.

"Niall, go see what's taking Louis so long. Zayn, why don't you...calm the slut down a bit. You know what I mean, I presume." Zayn chuckles darkly, and my face turns bright red.
"With pleasure, Haz." I then feel a very cold, large hand against my arse, and I wince in embarassment. I can't scream, though, because Harry has put yet another strip of Duct-Tape across my mouth. Zayn starts kneading my buttocks, and all I can do is wince and sob in shame. He starts gripping harder, when Harry speaks up. "OK, Zayn, you can continue later. Louis is coming. He wouldn't want your hands on his property." They both laugh, as if I'm not even here. I just want to rip their heads off and scream at the top of my lungs. Just then, a boy with wispy Light-Brown hair walks in, with an evil-looking grin on his stubbly face. He throws himself on the Leather couch in what I assume is their sitting room, and motions at Harry to bring me over. I'm pretty sure this is "Louis," and, honestly, I'm terrified. Harry carries me over to him Bridal-Style, and sits me down on the Loveseat opposite Louis. He gives me a stern look, and I adjust myself, bending over in my seat slightly, trying to cover up my intimate parts. He just laughs at me, and sits on a couch at the other side of the room, with everyone else. I look, timidly, over at Louis, and I immediatly glance away when he catches my gaze. I can feel his eyes on me, it's creepy. Niall walks over, and rips the tape away from my face, causing me to quietly scream in pain. He walks back over to the boys, leaving me with Louis. Great. Just fuck-tastic. Louis is still staring at me. I decide to speak up.

"Would you please cut that out?!" I keep looking at the ground as I say this, but, out of the corner of my eye, I can see his facial expression change from cheekiness to anger.
"Cut what out?"
"Staring at me; it's creeping me out, dude." He gets up and walks over to me, his fists clenched at his side. He slaps my cheek, as I cry out in pain.
"First of all, bitch, you must refer to me and my mates as 'Sir'. Second, if you ever sass me like that again, you will regret it." And, of course, my smart-assery gets to me.
"Aw, what are you gonna do? Spank me? Ooh, I'm so scared!" His face turns red. He grabs my arm, tightly, and drags me up from the couch.
"THAT'S IT! Boys, come give me a hand with her, er...Punishment..." I just HAD to let my mouth get ahead of me, didn't I? FML.

Notes

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~Annalisa