By the time we reached to wherever we were going.... my throat was sore from screaming into the tape and tears were now streaming down my face. I haven't cried since my mom died, so me crying here and now was a big deal for me. Whenever I tried to calm my dad down. and whenever I would stay strong and hold in my tears he would always tell me "Crying doesn't mean someone is weak.... it just means they've been strong for to long." After that, I had grown more respect for my father, and when he cried I always let him cry it out. Even after his wise words on being strong, it still felt wrong to be crying for the person holding me hostage. Actually, I wasn't even quite sure if holding me hostage was his plan. I hadn't said a word to him considering my face was taped up. After what seemed about a long drive of agonizing terror and fear... we pulled up to this house. It was a massive house, and it seemed very impressive for someone like my keeper. Sure, in all those scary movies the bad guy has those big ass mansions that no one would ever find anything in because the house contained so many god damn rooms! FUCK! More tears streamed down my face as I realized that I was getting myself all worked up and scared for god knows what. I looked around and I noticed that we were indeed in the middle of no where. Oh god. My keeper quickly got out of the car and my breath quickened as he bounded around the car to my side. I tired to back away as he opened the door but the middle console was blocking my way and I was flimsy pushing against it. He opened the door and his hand tightly gripped onto my upper arm, yanking me out. "There is no point in even trying... even though I find it exciting when you do." He smirked.

My stomach tightened, and if I didn't have something covering my mouth, I'm pretty sure I would have mouthed back and said something along the lines of "You sick fucking bastard." but it only came out as mumbles.

"Oh, your gonna be a mouthy one aren't yah?"

No shit Sherlock really!? FUCK OFF! I squirmed in his grasp and his grip tightened "Behave! I already warned you once!" His voice was so arrogant and cocky... now it seemed irritated and overall pissed off. "Once we get inside, I will take off the tape."

Great. My voice dripped with sarcasm. Why the hell don't you let me go and save everyone the trouble. Reluctantly, I let him drag me inside... only because I wanted this damn thing off my face. I could feel my skin getting itchy and irritated. Once we were inside, I watched as he locked the door, and my eyes widened as I saw how many locks he had on his door. One did include a number lock. My eyes tried to follow the numbers, but he did it to fast I lost count after "4" and "6". Shit. He turned to me, and I could feel myself shaking. My body literally frozen with all the fear I've been holding in since he picked me up from the street. His hand gently peeled back a small corner so he had a good grip, and with a smirk, he tore it off without any warning. A scream fell from my lips and I fell to my knee's, the pain reaching my eyes and making them flow over with more unwanted tears. "I told you to behave... squirming and being a big pain in the ass, is not behaving." He didn't even say sorry for the pain he had just caused me.

The tears spilled from my eyes in waves as I sobbed on the floor "Let me go! Please!" No matter how many times I begged, I knew deep inside me he wasn't going to budge. He wanted me for a reason, and that reason was not to kidnap me only to let me go right away. "Please." I begged.

"Why does everyone of you beg? Every single fucking time? Do you really think I'm going to let you go? Your mine now. Mine! Not Scott's, not anyone's."

I wasn't sure what scared me more. The fact that he practically is claiming me as his, or the fact he knew my boyfriends name. So with a shaky voice, I asked him "How do you know his name?"

"Please. I know a lot about you... and yet you know nothing about me." His smile grew. "What's your name?"

My shaky gaze met his without flinching "If you know as much as you claim you do... then your should know my name."

He shrugs "I do know your name... but I want to hear you say it."

What? How does that make any fucking sense? "Huh?"

"What's your goddamn name?!" He snapped, his eyes suddenly blazing.

I flinched "N-N-Ni-cky."

"Say it without stuttering." He ordered.

How in the hell is that fucking possible?! So with a deep breath, I said my name the best I could "Nicky." It still came out shaky but you could at least understand it.

"Good." He reached down and yanked me back up, harder then necessary, making me wince and gently try to pull myself away from him. "There are some rules you must obey by. Follow them, and you'll be safe." His words sent a chill through my body. If I don't obey... what did he mean by "being safe"? Was he going to hurt me?! "First, you have a room. Stay in it when I'm not home. If I catch you out of it, there will be consequences. Second, you will obey me and my every wish, and you will listen to my friends wishes. They are coming over in a little bit, and you'll behave!" He growled. "Third... you will NOT try an escape. Try, and you'll be sorry."

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At first, I thought I was gonna get freedom, but that was a long shot. Here I am tied to the floor, a chain wrapped around my ankle. It felt very uncomfortable, as the metal dug into my skin, breaking it slightly. My hands did nothing but pry at the chain, desperate to get them off... but I knew it was a lost cause. Suddenly I heard the stairs start to creak and make noises as several feet pounded up them. My door was opened to show the face of my keeper, a happy smile on his face. He must be really sick as to be happy about what he is doing to me. "Hey Nick." I couldn't help but grimace at the nickname he gave me. First of all, it sounded like a boy name, third of all... this asshole shouldn't be aloud to fucking use a nickname, let alone my real name. "I have some people I want you to meet."

"I want to be left alone." It was a long shot, and I knew the comment was gonna get my keeper going... but honestly I could give two shits.

"What was rule three?" He growled lowly, making me flinch and look down at my hands resting in my lap. When I didn't answer he pressed "Well?!"

"Obey you." I mumbled.

"You had better fucking listen." He snapped. Then he opened my door wider, allowing bodies to push themselves into my so called "room." This wasn't a room to me, even though it was decorated with everything girly and neat... it felt like a prison. Four boys stood in front of me, looming over me like dark shadows, kind of making me cower away.

"Hey, step back lads. Give her space." A blonde one pushed them back, letting the shadows fall from me and onto the floor in front of me. "Hello lass, I'm Niall Horan." He gave me a warm smile, but I wasn't able to give him one back.

"I'm Louis." A boy with a high pitched voice said, his eyes a sparkling blue and his hair messy and all over the place.

"Zayn." One with hair kinda similar to Louis's said... he had a lot more facial hair then the rest and his hair was a lot darker.

"My name is Liam..." He seemed a lot gentler, along with Niall. But I still felt scared and timid around them.

"Nicky." I mumbled.

"Quite one isn't she?" Louis pouted

"Hot to."

My skin crawled once again for about the tenth time today. I didn't like the way all these boys were staring at me... like I was meat. Fresh meat and they hadn't eaten in days. Fuck this. They touch me, I'll knee them where it really fucking counts. "Nice job Harry." Zayn patted him on the back.

So Harry happens to be his name? It felt a bit weird calling him my keeper... but that was the only thing I could think of. "She's mine. Don't even think about it."

"Whatever mate... don't have to tell me twice." Liam held his hands up in surrender.

"C'mon man, you can share can't yah?" I couldn't tell if Louis was joking or not... and I was afraid to hear the answer.

"No." He growled. "If you don't mind though.. i'd like a minute with Nick."

My eyes widened and I silently begged Liam or anyone of them with my eyes not to go. I didn't want to be left alone with Harry. I didn't trust him one bit. "Ah, wanna break in the new toy huh?" Louis's winked.

Huh?! Break... break in... break in new toy?! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! Secretly... I knew what it meant. But I was hoping I was only thinking the worse and it wasn't gonna be that. "Yuppers... now piss off." Harry joked in a serious yet kidding tone.

Dear god, don't leave me. But all the quickly, they rushed out of the door with smiles on their faces. Harry leaned down and to my surprise... unlocked the chains around my ankle. Right when I was free, I moved the farthest away from him I could muster. Which happened to be the bed. But Harry just smiled, and started to stalk my way. The bed happened to be pushed up right against the wall, so all I could do was back away... my back firmly pressed against the wall. "The boys sure do like you." That grossed me out. I had hope to repulse them... to repulse Harry, but I know that's not happening. If I say so myself... I'd say he enjoys the little game we're playing back and forth. "But your mine." His eyes narrowed.

Quickly I tried to make a dash for the door but he was to quick, and he swiftly stepped in front of me. "Say it."

"No." I growled.

His hands snatched up and they gripped onto my waist, pushing me forcefully onto the bed making me gasp. "What did you say to me?!" He snapped, his finger tips digging into the bare skin just above my pants, and just below my tank top. "Say it!" his jaw was clenched. When I looked at him with defiance in my eyes... he looked like he was about ready to burst. When he lifted his arm, I thought he was gonna smack me, but suddenly both my wrists were held captive in one of his large hands and they were trapped above my head. I was frightened and slowly, his brought his lip between his teeth "Don't worry Nicky... I'll make you break." His head leaned down ever so slightly, so the tips of his curly hair tickled my face. I squirmed and moved around trying to get away from the tickling sensation of his hair. "In time." His lips now trailed along my cheek, just ever so lightly so I could feel the soft and plumpness of them. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks, and I secretly scolded myself for allowing myself to get flustered by him. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I was falling for it. Now his lips were pressing big, fat, wet kisses along my jaw, making me shiver. "Your mine... all mine." I barely even heard his words, my head was focused on his teeth now nipping at the flaming skin of my neck. Some of the spots he found... I never knew existed nor did I know would cause this effect on me. "Say it Nicky." He whispered against the crook of my neck.

"Harry... please... s-" I wanted to say stop, but the sensation of his lips, tongue, teeth in a combination over my skin was making it hard to form a sentence.

"Say it! Say your mine!" His narrow hips suddenly grinded down on me and a whimper fell from my mouth. I didn't want it to be a moan or a groan, it would only egg him on more. I'm pretty sure the whimper egged him on. He moved against me again and this time he let out a groan. What the fuck?! Why did that sound so hot?! And I as bad as it was, I felt desperate to hear it again. Ugh. I don't understand... he fucking disgusts me, so why am I here wanting him to do things to me? Sure he was hot, but I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend I will soon get home to. A boyfriend I love and I'll always love. A boyfriend that I am willing to wait for... until I'm free from this douche wagons grasp.

I love Scott.

I will escape.

I will put Harry behind bars.

And I will ruin the bastards life.

"I'm yours." Until I'm free you piece of shit.

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