Enticing Charm

My stomach drops ten thousand feet as he swiftly comes in the room, rope and a few other items in hand.

No.

I am about to let out a scream until he lunges, knocking me on my back. His eyes are insane and a thin layer of sweat lines his forehead. I try to scream again and kick him off but he brings back a hand and delivers a sharp slap to my cheek.

"Listen up, you little, bitch. You keep your fucking mouth shut or else." He whisper yells in my face. The tears are hot and heavy and roll down my cheeks. He take my shoulder and with one swift move, rolls me on my stomach, unfortunately he pushes to hard and I end up rolling right off the bed, clunking my head against the night stand in the process of trying to catch myself.

Pain seers through my skull and a trickle of something hot drips on my eyebrow. I let out a little gasp of surprise and pain but before I can touch the wound, he takes my arms and roughly ties them behind my back. Binding the rope so hard it makes me wince. More pain.

I am so utterly scared and confused. Where is Harry? Does he know this sis happening? Before I can register my thoughts his hand reaches in front of my face and a cloth is shoved half way in my mouth and over my nose.

I gag at the taste of the chemicals as the chloroform attempts to lull me to unconsciousness.

I scream through the rag and whip my head. Trying to crawl away until his foot lands on my back, stepping down on me to keep me in place. I shake.

As he tries to contain my jerking body, I manage to get the cloth away from my air that are burning with the need for more oxygen.

I suck in a mouthful of air just as the rag is pressed back on to my mouth and nose. He kneels down and grabs a hold of my hair roughly, ripping my head up so I can see his eyes. The hot liquid drips further down my face.

"You have to breathe sometime. I've got all night." He hisses at me, ripping my hair back even further making me cry out.

He holds my gaze.

Just hang in a little longer; Harry is on his way. Just a few seconds.

I hold my breath as he pulls my hair and his knees jab in to my back. Black dots start to screw with my eyesight.

My lungs are on fire, I need air, I need ...

I involuntarily suck in a huge, gargle, of air. My head is pounding in it's desperate need for oxygen. I choke and spit as I gag lightly on the disgusting rag shoved in my mouth.The chemical on the rag rips in to my body, pumping it's way through me in seconds. I try to scream out again but it comes out just as an inhumane growl in my chest.

I'm too far gone to be scared.

The next thing I see is the dim light coming from the hall way as I'm ripped off of the floor.

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Niall's P.O.V.

I pace his office, waiting for the news. I am so glad the warrant went through. I know she's there. Now my poor girl can finally come home to me. I would never let her get hurt again. Hell, she was never going out of my sight.

Finally the door to the house opens and closes, feet pad over the wood panels and a few moments later, my uncle appears. His face sad.

No. Oh fucking, please... no. This can not be happening.

"Where is she!" I yell, slamming my fists down on his desk as he takes a seat. His face is pale and shallow.

"They searched the entire mansion, Niall. She wasn't there!" He chokes. "I was so sure about this. It all fit together. I don't understand!" He chokes, rubbing his skin roughly.

Before I know it I'm in his bathroom, spilling my stomach in the bowl. Disgust, hatred, self loathing, regret, despair.... so many fucking things inside of me. I am completely destroyed.

They had to of made a mistake. I know that was her phone case!

My whole body shakes as I slump against my uncles, bathroom wall. I just don't understand. I don't.

"I know. I swear to fucking....." I rage my breath. "They have her." I finally spit at my uncle who joins me in the bathroom, leaning on the wall. He has a cup full of a dark brown liquor.

"I know, Ni. I do. I don't understand either. They were watching everyone. There was no way they could have gotten her out. People were manning all of the doors!" His voice is shitty and it cracks on nearly every word.

"We need to figure this shit out."

"We will."

Olivia's P.O.V.

Cold. That's all that hits me. At first. I am terribly cold, shaking on whatever filthy floor I am laying upon.

I am groggy and delirious for what feels like hours. So confused. So cold.

Where is Harry? Where is Niall? Where am I?

My head is pounding so hard that I fear if I get up I will black out from pain. My cheek burns a little bit as well as my back. The floor is hard and bare, it presses harshly in to me. I recognize cement under my fingers.

The world seems to slip back to me with every second.

What happened?

The images are rough and scary but they come back slowly.

Tyler had taken me, while Harry was out, and he had slapped me. I keep my eyes shut, I have yet to open my eyes to my new surroundings.

He drugged me and tied me up, making me sleep.

And now.. here I am.

My body is so sore and tired. I just want to go back to sleep on the cold, hard floor. But I can not.

I need to get up and get out of here, find my Harry. Tell him what happened. I move my arms slightly and wince.

I am still tied up. My arms bound behind my back, the muscles in my arms feel like jello and my digits.. well I can barely even feel my hands and fingers.

The fear is becoming increasingly advent in my mind. I make an attempt to move my legs only to find my ankles tied, tightly, too.

Oh my gosh. What is going on? Where am I? Will I be OK? Does Harry know I'm here? Does he care? Am I going to be killed; Kenneth, changing his own mind?

MY questions rage in my brain so hard that it makes me feel even sicker as a shiver goes down my spine.

It is so cold. I am so cold. Where is Harry? What am I going to do?

All I want to do is sleep, let me sleep and wake up, finding out this was nothing but a dream. I try my best to breathe in and out, ignoring my head and sore body.

I just want to sleep. Sleep and sleep.

I am not sure if this is the chloroform or the cold or my head. But it makes me dizzy to just try to think.

No! You need to get up and get moving! Get up!

I am tired. I pout to my self, curling my legs up to my chest, I bury my face in my knees and try not to think about how cold my skin is.

Get up, get up, get up, get up!

Shh, I am sleeping. I have a bad headache and I am tired. No more thinking..

I continue to talk to myself; if I was normal right now, I would be concerned with my strange way of thinking.

A deep and dark sleep overtakes me with the next second.


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Cold. Not just cold, freezing. And sore. Still so sore. I want to move and get up, figure out what is happening but my arms are completely numb from being constricted the way they have been for however long I was sleeping.

I wan't to sleep again. More and more.

My head is not as bad, but I know there is caked blood on my forehead.

Where is Harry? Why is he yet to return? Why would he not come save me.

"Promise?"

"Always."

I relive our last moments together. I am so confused, scared, and cold. And hurt. My body aches and flashes of pain palm in to me with every inch I move my body.

I need to get up, and get moving, get up and get out of here.

But for now I want to keep sleeping. Sleeping sounds peaceful. When I wake Harry will be here and I will be in my bed, his arm tight around me. His minty smell putting his charming yet wicked spell on me.

He said that before. He promised he would be. OK. It is decided. I will sleep on this freezing floor in the room I have yet to actually see. And when I wake he will have rescued me.

And if he's not?

Then I will get up. I sigh and curl back up, willingly letting sleep take me.

Right before I meet dream world, a square appears a few feet away.


Wait.. a door? Yes, a door opens, barely any light shines through and the terrible fear returns. I see the outline of a man.

And it is not my Harry.

Notes

Short because i am soo frucking tired.. ohmygod.