Enticing Charm

Never have a set of eyes bore so incredibly fierce and crazed as his did right here and now. His chest heaves, breath ragged and hot on my face. He was mad. And it confuses me. He has a metal in his lip and eyebrow and I hate them. I hate him.

I need to fight. I shouldn't be thinking.

"LET ME GO!" I shriek like an animal, and starting clawing and kicking and ripping everything in my reach, including the green eyed devils hair.

"Ah, Fuck! Help me!" he hisses, trying to pry my hands from his brown hair.

Hands grab my wrists and they're brought behind my back and I hear a ripping noise.

Duct tape.

"NO, PLEASE!" I scream, kicking and fighting so hard that the sound of that tape kills every last ounce of hope, I crumble hopelessly to the ground, my knees giving out. But those hands never leave my sides, they squeeze tight in to me while the kid Tomlinson tapes my hands behind my back. My chest heaves and the tears blur the world.

But honestly who the hell carries duct tape around..

OH YEAH FUCKING MURDERS!

My subconscious screams like the bitchy, pestering, girl I am.

"Oh, shut up!" The green eyed satin spawn snaps, snatching the tape from his friend, he doesn't hesitate to slap a piece roughly on my mouth, this all taking place in the middle of the abandoned street.

The gravity of the situation weighs on me more and more with each second. I should be fighting even though I'm bound, but I can't. I'm so scared and defeated. I shake my head, trying to get the tears out of the way.

How can this be happening?! It must be a dream, a terrible nightmare.

"What do you think he's gonna do with her?" The adult Tomlinson asks quietly.

"Like I fucking know, Louis!" Green eyes snaps, pacing back in forth in front of me, the crumbled disaster at his feet. His eyes show nothing but anger and hate. He hated me yet he didn't even know me. I plead with my eyes that he bores in to.

His head snaps up, back to the house of hell when a car pulls in to a drive way, I hear the door slam. I shake my head and plead with the boy, when he doesn't budge, I turn to the kid who must be named Louis. I shake my head, tears streaming as I mumble on the tape on the ground, he drops his face to his hand, I look to the olive skinned one and the one with kind brown eyes, they can't meet my eyes.

Cowards.

Louis leans down and grabs my elbows. Ripping me up, a pain shears in my shoulder, I wince and cry through the tape, not sure if I can even stand. My knees shake so hard. Then before Louis can say something, I'm grabbed roughly and thrown over someones shoulder.

The pierced, tattooed, curly headed, menace.

I kick my legs in to his chest and would do the same with my hands if they weren't bound.

"Let's go!" He grouches, not buckling at all under my weight. I hope he does. I hope he fucking falls down so I can get up and kick his stupid face in.

But the anger is replaced by fear as we grow closer to the house.

My kicking stops and is replaced by the screaming through the tape right as I'm about to attempt to roll off of his shoulder like the idiot that I am....

A large, rough, hand lands on my upper thigh. His left arm was only holding me but now his right was so the left could touch me.

Touch me?

This sadistic, sick, twisted, freak?!!??

My confusion and terror as we grow closer make my head spin.

I'm going to puke, or maybe worse, faint. I shake my head and whimper through my mouth bond.

I swear his hand squeezes tighter.

Is he trying to comfort me!?!

I don't want his comfort or his stupid, damn hand. I want him to let me go home. let me promise not to tell anyone. And I wouldn't! I sniffle a sob as the adult Tomlinson directs them to bring me inside.

The one carrying me goes in first, I til my head up and see Louis staring at me intently, eyes full of legit concern and fear. Fear for me. And I know by the way he furrows his brows he doesn't want this.

In another life time, I would have maybe been friends with this boy.... But now?

The group makes their way deep in to the house and eventually in to some sort of finnsihed, swanky, antique basement. Marble pillars, giant plush leather, stone walls and fancy paintings. The works.

I wonder if they are going to kill me....

I say them shoot those men.. kill them for no reason...

They couldn't let me go.

I swallow the bile creeping in to my throat and wince as the stupid guys shoulder digs in to my tummy.

It's not long before he pushes double, mahogany, doors open.

Of course I can't see ahead, considering I'm over his shoulder. But the way Louis and the other boys, even the three men from previous, shrink back. I know something scary is awaiting me.

Idiot face, slowly slides me down his chest, his eyes bearing in to mine, but I don't meet his gaze. My eyes lock on Louis. The only safety device I have thus far, as if he was even that.

I'm spun around and look and find a middle aged man at an ordinate desk. He was writing..? he doesn't look up at our huge arrival. The picture ahead looks like something of the God Father movies....

Louis's dad steps up timidly and explains what happened. The man continues to write until it's done. When the tale is told, my knees are shaking, I'm going to faint. Or puke.

They're going to kill me.

I know it.

The man finally lifts his head and I'm surprised to see how similar he looks to the one who carried me in here. His brown hair is the same shade, eyes the same shape... I'm suddenly surprised again.

I didn't realize how much I analyzed the face of the psychotic one....

"I asked one simple request. Are any of you fuckers capable of anything?!" The man says, his voice deep and low, it doesn't affect me, or the boy who carried me but everyone else shrinks back. "She has to go... you know that. And her blood is on you, not me." He says absentmindedly. Pretending I'm not even there. He has yet to even look at me.

He's discussing my life as if it's a choice between skim and whole milk.

"Dad, let me handle it." The green eyed one says... Oh.....

Things began to come together.

"No. Richard, take her away."

Green eye's arm grabs roughly on to the upper part of my arm.

OK, it was now very obvious he didn't like the word no....

"No." He concludes.

His father looks up, rather bored at his son and then me.

When he does. He freezes. Examining my face in shock even though it's puffy and tear stained.

My head is beginning to feel more and more and more heavy. I swear I'm about to faint.

His father gets up swiftly, everyone except his son and I jump back a foot. He stops a few inches in front of me, examining my face. A creepy smile plays at his lips.

This man is sick. Twisted, and distorted, and I can see it in his eyes.

"OK, do what you please. She can't leave though." He concludes, snapping back in to it as if he never even saw me again. But his smile stay in my mind.

"No shit." His son snaps, grabbing my arm again, I'm ripped roughly, too roughly from the room.

What did he mean I can't leave?!

Do I get to live?!

What will my parents say!? Will I ever see them again!? And Niall..... Will I ever get to tell him now?

Each question is a blow to the gut and it's to a point where I can't even see straight. I'm being pulled, no one follows though. But I'm being pulled and I can't tell where.

I need to sit down.

I slam my heels in place and the asshole whips around, more hate and anger in his eyes.

Even though he just saved my life...

it doesn't fit. Noting fits. I don't understand.

With out another protest, I'm dragged down some stairs and through some halls. I'm starting to lose my grip on reality. Shock and anxiety, lulling me in to oblivion.

Subconscious tell me to fight but I can't.

Until we're at a door I don't realize my eyes have been closed and my whole body is shaking. I door is swung open and I'm pushed in to a carpet clad room.

The duct tape is taken roughly off my hands and then some what gently off my mouth. My knees give from standing still for too long but the stupid muscled and ink covered arms catch me and lug me towards a bed..?

He drops me on it and I groan.

"Shut up, and go to sleep." He huffs. I think he leaves, I'm not sure. I'm to out of it. I can't even handle the stress of surprise quizzes. Imagine how screwed I am now.

Whenever I get like this... dazed... Niall is there.

Oh Niall.

Where was he know? What was he wearing?

Was he thinking about me?

Was anyone?

Notes

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