Ember's POV:

As we arrived at the place where their flat was apparently located, and Louis pulled the car to a stop and parked, the knots in my stomach grew worse. I don't know what scared me more, actually seeing Zayn again, or the prospect of being forced to be alone with him. I knew he would be angry, and if Harry's actions in the car were bad, Zayn would likely be a hundred times worse. Needless to say, I was not looking forward to this prospect, but I knew fully well that it was coming. As the other guys got out of the car and started to head inside, Harry pulled me out by the arm, and forced me to follow with him.

As we neared the door, I panicked, and attempted to pull myself to a stop. Smirking, Harry just shook his head, and tugging on my arm, forced me to keep moving.

"You're going to see him whether you like it or not Ember," he said, "might as well get over with don't you think?"

I didn't say anything. Right now I was way too tempted to snap back at him, giving him a sarcastic response that he would definitely not like. And knowing that that would not end well for me, I chose to keep my mouth shut for the time being. Seven years may have passed since I had escaped after my first time as their captive, but I hadn't forgotten one moment of that time, and I knew how much they enjoyed punishing me for the littlest thing. No, as much as I hated it, and as much as I was ashamed of myself for not fighting back, it was safer for me if I at least pretended to be compliant for now.

We had barely reached the door, when suddenly it opened from the inside, and Zayn appeared in the doorway. He completely ignored Harry, his dark eyes pinned on me, and the anger in them was clear, and terrifying. Reaching out, he grabbed me, and pulled me out of Harry's grip and into his arms.

"I'm taking her to my room," he said, clearly speaking to Harry, though his eyes never left me, "I'll let you know when I'm done with her."

Harry simply nodded, as Zayn pulled me into the flat, and then led me forcefully down a hall and into a bedroom that was clearly his. He slammed the door behind us, and I let out a soft whimper unintentionally. Seeing the look he was giving me, how truly pissed off he really was, was more than I could take. You see, though I had told my mother, Daisy, and Ivy, everything that had happened, there was one thing that I had not told anyone, not even them, besides my therapist. And that was that I had actually developed a slight Stockholm's syndrome, falling in love with one of the guys against my will while I had been their prisoner.

Besides the therapist I still saw once a week, not one person knew about this, not even the guy who was the object of these unintended affections. You would think that if this was going to happen, that if I was going to fall for one of my kidnappers and abusers, that it would have been the one that was the most gentle with me, in other words, Niall, but that had not the case. No, I had been insane enough to fall for the one who was most possessive, who had the biggest temper, the one who scared me the most, I had fallen for Zayn.

And now, here, while he was glaring at me with an intensity that he never had before, even though I knew that escaping had been what I needed to do, my heart was wrenching that it had made him this angry with me. I knew he was going to punish me, and I knew it was going to be worst than any of the times that any of them had done so in the past. A part of me wanted to make a run for it, try to fight, try to escape again right then. But another part of me, a fucked up part of me, felt horrible for upsetting the man in front of me, and thought that I partially deserved whatever was coming to me. It was incredibly stressful having such conflicting emotions in my head, it sucked really bad. Looking up at him, I held my breath slightly as I waited for whatever would come next.

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Zayn's POV:

Staring at Ember, it was all I could do not to completely lose it right then and there. I had always had an exceptionally bad temper, but no one, no one, had ever made me this mad before, not like her. The day she had run away seven years ago had been the worst day of my life, I had punched a hole in my old bedroom's wall, and broken a number of things in the flat we'd been living in at the time. All of the guys had been determined to find her no matter what after that, but besides Harry, none of them had been even as close to as determined as I had been. She was mine, she had been for nearly two years, and she knew it, she was not allowed to just take off and leave me like that.

When Niall had told us he'd found her in London, I'd been ready to jump in my car and go drag her home with me right that night. But Louis had annoyingly talked me into waiting, saying we needed to make a plan and shit. Yeah, so maybe he was right, maybe that was the smarter thing to do, but that didn't mean I had to like it, and believe me, I hadn't liked it. I didn't care about plans or being smart, I wanted her back now. But my patience had been awarded, and she was here now, alone with me in my room.

She had whimpered as we'd entered the room, when I'd shut the door, and now she was looking up at me, her baby blue eyes wide with what appeared to be fear, and that was all it took, I was done waiting. Grabbing her again, I threw her down on my bed, flat on her back, before climbing on top of her, straddling her and holding her down. At this point, instead of keeping her eyes open, she squeezed them shut, refusing to look at me anymore, and that only pissed me off more. Raising my hand, I backhanded her across her cheek, hard. Crying out loudly, she opened her eyes again, tears escaping from them as she did so.

"Don't you close those eyes again Ember," I told her coldly, "or you'll get worse than that. You don't know how tempted I am right now to beat the bloody shit out of you, so don't you dare test me. Do you understand me?"

She nodded her head, still crying, and I shook my head.

"No Ember, I want you to say it out loud. Do you understand me?"

"I un...understand," she stuttered through her tears.

"Good. Now I'm gonna ask you some questions, and I swear to god Ember you better tell me the truth, got it?"

"Yes," she said softly.

"How many guys have you been with while you were away from us?" I asked, though I really didn't want to hear the number, it would bother me forever if I didn't.

"None.."

"Ember, I told you not to lie to me," I growled at her coldly.

"I'm not!" she insisted, her voice breaking, "I haven't been with anyone since you and the others."

"You haven't been with one man in seven years?" I asked suspiciously.

"No. I never wanted to. I liked being alone."

I stared at her, and realized there was not one ounce of dishonesty in her eyes.

"Fine. Second question. What the hell were you thinking? Why did you take off like that? "

"I wanted to be free..." she responded softly.

"Did you honestly think we wouldn't look for you?"

"No... I knew you would.... I just hoped..."

"You hoped what?" I glared at her.

"I... hoped you wouldn't find me."

"Well we did. And you should have known we would."

She simply nodded in response to my words, her face had a resigned expression on it. Finally taking the time to look her over more fully at this point, I licked my lip. She was still just as fucking perfect as she had been seven years ago. Every single inch of her was sexy as hell, from her head to her toe, I wanted her so bad.

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Ember's POV:

The way he was looking at me now, and licking his lips, as if he wanted to taste every inch of my body and claim it all as his own, it should have disgusted me, but instead, my body and my heart if I am honest, worked against me, as I unconsciously pressed myself closer against him. I whimpered again, but this time, for a completely different reason. As much as I hated myself for it, I wanted him.

He chuckled, smirking at me as he did. He took his hand, and slid it up under my dress, stopping just in between my thighs, and I let out another unintentional sound of want.

"You want me just as badly as I want you, don't you sweetheart?" he said huskily, "tell me Emmy, tell me you want me."


I bit my lip to keep myself for speaking and saying something I would regret, and shook my head at his words. If I didn't give an answer aloud, it wasn't really lying, was it? It was one thing to love him if I hid it, and still fought for my freedom, but I refused to give in and become a slave again. I did not want to go back to that life. But Zayn was relentless, before I even had a chance to try and protest, he had swiftly removed my underwear, and his fingers had started to explore the area between my legs further. I gasped as he quite suddenly slipped one finger inside of me, curling it in and out, slowly at first but then quickening the pace.

I was doing my best to stick with my decision to fight and not give in, but after seven years with no sexual contact or activity of any kind, his slightest touch was effecting me in a way that was incredibly difficult to ignore, and he clearly knew it. I arched my back in surprise, and let out a loud moan, as he inserted a second finger inside of me. I understood now what my punishment was, his plan was to slowly break me until I was begging for him, and I was ashamed that it was working. But it hadn't worked completely yet, I hadn't given in, I wasn't begging, I hadn't admitted out loud that I wanted this. But unfortunately, little did I know, that was about to change.

"Come on baby, I know you want this... just admit it," he said, as he put a third finger inside of me.

At this point I could feel all the pressure building up in me, all the need, and I was at my breaking point. I was weak, I couldn't help it, I couldn't fight it.

"Ok, ok I admit it," I whimpered, "I want you... I need you... please..."

"That's all you had to say beautiful," he pulled his fingers out, and proceeded to undo his jeans.

The next thing I knew, he was straddling me again, and after pushing my dress further up, I felt the tip of his erection at my opening.

"I've been waiting to be inside you again for so long," he breathed huskily in my ear.

And with that, he pushed himself inside of me at the same time as his lips captured mine hungrily, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. As he pounded into me, harder and harder, I wrapped my arms around him, my fingernails digging into his back. We both didn't last all that long, only lasting under a half hour before we reached our high and climaxed. As he pulled out of me finally, he rolled off of me, and laying on the bed next to me, pulled me tightly into his arms and pulled the blanket over the both of us.

"Ember.." he said softly, but there was a hint of danger in his tone.

"y..yes?" I responded quietly.

"Don't you ever try to leave me, or us, again."

Notes

OK guys, Chapter 4 is here.
this is where the story finally starts to get a bit intense.

So... tell me what y'all think?
opinions on Ember/Liam, Ember/Harry and Ember/Zayn?
excited to see how she interacts with Niall and Louis one on one?
Do you think she will try and/or succeed at escaping again?

I want to hear what's on your mind :)

--LalaGurlinaBox