One Direction's S*x Slave

"Hello, Darling. I'm Liam." spoke a tall man, about 5 feet, 11 inches. His hair quiff-ed to the side of his head. His birthmarks were spreaded over his face and neck. You examined his face closer, a small beard began to peak through his skin. You slowly smiled as you examined each of the boys

You were broken out of the silence as a voice screamed from downstairs, "Brooke! All your boxes are packed! It's time to leave!". Liam slowly reached out his hand but you rejected him in response. You grabbed your converse and slowly slipped them onto your feet. You stormed down the stairs and stopped in front of your mother. "How can you do this to me!?" I screamed. "Why did you have to sell me!? I thought you loved me! Who would sell your daughter! I don't even know what they're going to do to me!".

She looked you straight into my eyes, and I stared into her's. Fire began to flurry out of her ears and her face turned beet red. "I did this because you are an ungrateful little bitch. You don't deserve to be my daughter and I wish you were never born. You were a mistake, an unwanted mistake."

Your hands clenched together and before you could make a swing, someone picked you up and placed you over their shoulder. They tightened their grip on your wrist as you were resting against the back of their neck. You attempted to look down to see who it was but someone grabbed your cheeks and turned you to look at them, it was Louis. "Sorry, Darling. We didn't want you to get hurt. We'll explain in the car."

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