One Direction's S*x Slave

* Brooke's POV *

"Mom! I can't believe you!" I screamed as I slammed the door closed. I turned around, back pressed against the door. I stared into my bedroom, empty with a bunch of stacked boxes in the corner. 'She sold me... I thought she loved me. A mother never sells her children!' I thought to myself. I slowly slid down the door and allowed my knees to press against my chest. I wrapped my arms around my shins and planted my face against my knees.

A knock interrupted my silence. I slowly opened my bedroom door to find 5 boys standing in the doorway in the front of the house. I carefully closed the door again and ran onto the bed. 'This can't be happening. I have to be dreaming. My mother can't sell me to 5 men I don't even know. What are they even going to do to me!?'

"Brooke! Come here! The people who purchased you are here to pick you up!" my mother screamed from downstairs. I heard several footsteps marching up the stairs and stopping abruptly at my door. From the bed, I could faintly see shoes by the crack of the door on the ground. "Should we just open the door?" I heard a man speak, with a thick British accent. "Harry! We can't just barge into a room!". I heard faint whispers followed me 4 knocks.

I slumped to my feet and placed my palm on the doorknob. I gripped it and paused for a moment, "What do you want?" I whispered loudly enough so they could hear me. The whispers lowered down into complete silence. "I said, what do you want?" I spoke, a bit louder."

"Can we come in?" a second man spoke, this time with an Irish accent. "I promise we won't hurt you. Just let us in, please." He whispered.

I finally gave up and twisted my hand, allowing the door to slide open.

5 handsome men stood in the doorway. A blonded haired man looked into my eyes and slowly lifted half his lips, creating a half smile. His deep blue eyes almost stared directly into my soul. His brown roots spiked into the rest of his hair. Next to him, was a muscular man with a tattoo covering his forearm. I examined it for a moment, 4 arrows pointing towards his wrist. You looked up at his face, an expression of nervousness brushed across his face.

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