!WARNING!
Forced sexual contact in this chapter.
Please read at your own risk.
I don't want to hurt anyone
<3 Love you all.

~Harry's P.O.V~
I drove my car towards Sam's house, smiling with joy.
The date was planned out and everything was going to be perfect.
As her house came into view, I saw the flashing lights of many police cars and a fire truck.
Slamming on the breaks, I turned off the car and ran towards the house.
"SAM!" I screamed.
I saw Brooke sobbing and shaking her head over and over to a policeman.
I ran over to her.
"H-H-Harry." She sobbed.
I pulled her into a hug. "Where's Sam?"
She started crying even harder. "Sam's gone. Nobody knows where she's at."
My arms slumped to my sides.
"W-what do you mean she's gone?" I stuttered.
"Someone kidnapped her." She whispered.
I started breathing heavily. Gripping my hair, I fell to the ground.
"No." I said, refusing to listen to what Brooke had just told me. A tear slipped down my cheek.
"No!" I repeated.
Brooke broke down again and I saw Karen pull into the driveway.
Her face was stained with tears and more were pouring out.
"WHERE'S MY BABY?" She cried out.
She ran toward the house and policemen stopped her.
"This is my fucking goddamned house. I will enter it if I fucking want to!" She screamed and pushed through the men.
I followed Karen into the house and gasped.
The coffee table was smashed to bits and tables were turned upside down.
"Oh my god. Oh my ever loving God." Karen whispered with horror.
I ran upstairs to her room and saw her mirror shattered into pieces.
There was blood all over that side of the room.
"Please tell me that isn't Sam's blood." Karen said as she appeared next to me.
I embraced Karen and she cried into my shoulder. "Please let her be Okey."
Silent tears fell down my cheeks as I stared into space, praying that she was Okey.
~Sam's P.O.V~
I weakly opened my eyes and tried to look around, only to see pitch blackness. Someone had blindfolded me.
There was a sharp pain in my arm, my body felt like a bloody pulp, and my head felt like it was being beaten with a hammer.
I tried to move painfully, but my hands were tied behind my back. My feet were also tied to the legs of what I assumed to be a chair.
"Help." I croaked weakly. My voice was broken and it hurt majorly to talk, even to swallow.
A door opened and slammed shut. "I see you're awake my darling."
I winced at the sound of the man's voice, who I recognized to be the man who kidnapped me.
"Who are you?" I whimpered.
"No questions now. Eat. Replenish your hunger."
I felt a spoon against my mouth and opened it.
Chewing, I recognized the blan taste of oatmeal.
"It's not much, but it's all I can give to you at the moment."
He tipped a water bottle towards my mouth and I drank it within seconds.
"You really were thirsty." He chuckled.
The blindfold was removed from my face and I blinked rapidly to adjust my eyes.
Once my vision came into focus, I stared in horror of what was on the walls.
There were thousands, I mean literally thousands of pictures of me all over the walls.
Harry and I walking down my road. Me playing soccer. Me in my fucking house.
I squeezed my eyes shut and refused to open them.
"Oh Samantha. Why do you close your eyes? Why do you not wish to see your natural beauty that others lack? Your lifestyle is absolutely stunning."
"Let me go. I want to go home." I cried out.
He chuckled. "I'm afraid that can't happen. I have to turn you in to my boss eventually. I just thought.. I could have a little fun with you first." He said, cupping my face.
I jerked my head away from his touch. "You sick bastard!"
He slapped me hard, leaving a stinging mark.
"Do not talk to me that way you bitch." He bellowed.
I slumped down in the chair.
"If you talk to me that way again, I will be forced to have more of a punishment for you. Consider this a warning."
Tears silently slipped down my cheek. "Awe. Don't cry. I promise it won't hurt your first time as much as they say. I'll make you feel so good. Don't you worry."
I started shaking furiously. This man was going to rape and kill me.
Never had I imagined my life to be this bad. Ever.
"No. No no no no! Please." I begged.
Finally opening my eyes, I saw him standing in front of me, his arms crossed.
He bent over and whispered into my ear "I'll fuck that tight pussy of yours. And I promise you'll be moaning for so much more."
And with that, the blindfold was back on my face.
I started breathing heavily and thrashed around, trying to free myself.
"Goodbye for now my darling." The man said and the door opened than shut.
I gasped for air, for it was becoming harder and harder to breathe for some reason.
"Help." I gasped.
My breathing became slower and slower and I became very dizzy.
Eventually, I passed out.
~Harry's P.O.V~
It's been a week. One. Fucking. Week. I got three hours of sleep total.
Louis has stayed over at my house the whole week, and each of the other boys have stopped over several times.
They took in blood samples from each of the spots to see if they could get any DNA matches, to even get a slight clue to who might of kidnapped Sam.
It was going to take a minimum of three weeks to get results though.
"Do you want anything to eat or drink Harry?" Louis asked.
I shook my head no.
He sighed. "Alright. I'll be back."
I stand at the wall silently.
Everyday, I prayed to God that Sam was alive. Everyday, I stayed up all day and all night trying to think of a way to get her back. But every time, my plans were ruined because of the fact that I had no fucking clue where she was or who she was with.
~Louis's P.O.V~
There was a knock on the door.
I went over to it and answered it.
The new girl, Casey, was standing there.
"Ever since you showed up, shit went downhill fast. So I suggest you get the fuck out of here before I call the cops to get you removed. You have no right of being here. There's something wrong with you, I can tell. Everyone can tell." I snapped.
She frowned. "I just want to talk to Harry."
I crossed my arms. "You have five fucking minutes."
She walked passed me and i showed her his room.
"Cunt." I muttered and went back downstairs to go and make myself a goddamn sandwich.
~Sam's P.O.V~
I woke up dazed and confused.
There wasn't a blindfold around my eyes anymore, but I was still tied to the chair.
Something smelled horrid.
Looking down, I realized I was forced to urinate in the chair.
I started crying again. My eyes hurt so much from crying constantly.
Every time I woke up, it ended up with me having another panic attack and passing back out. I had lost track of time by now.
The man came through the door and smiled. "Good afternoon."
I looked away and stared at a picture of Harry and I.
The man stormed over to me.
"Don't fucking look away from me."
He grabbed my cheeks and forced my head to face him.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed.
He shook his head. "You don't tell me what to do."
Without warning, he punched me in the jaw.
Another punch hit me in the ribs, another in the arm.
He pushed my chair onto the floor and started kicking me repeatedly.
I screamed and cried, but it did nothing to make him stop.
One kick hit my head, and I passed out instantly.
******** some time later******
Waking up this time was hell at its finest. I hurt everywhere.
This time, I was tied to a bed.
No.
My breathing hitched.
The man was sitting in a chair in the corner.
He stood up and smiled at me.
I tried to move, but all four of my limbs were attached to a bedpost, and I was naked.
He eyed me up hungrily.
"No. Please." I sobbed. "I'll do anything."
He shook his head. "I'm sorry Samantha, but there's nothing you can do."
He took his pants off, revealing a huge bulge in his boxers.
I tried to pull my arms free, but failed miserably.
He hovered over me and started to slowly rub my clit.
"STOP!" I screamed.
He plunged a finger into me.
It burned so much, I wanted it to stop immediately.
"LEAVE ME ALONE." I cried.
"Doesn't that make you feel good baby?" He said.
"No." I sobbed. "Stop. Please."
He plunged another finger in. "You're so tight."
I eventually just gave up and let him do it to me. I was lifeless. Weak. Tears just poured out of me nonstop.
Eventually, he pulled his fingers out and stared at me.
Untying the ropes, I curled up into a lifeless ball and sobbed quietly.
"You'll learn to fucking like it." He snapped and walked away.
~Harry's P.O.V~
Three weeks. Still no results. The first time Casey had come over, I screamed at her. Told her that she was the reason that everything was happening because when she showed up, everything went down.
the second time, I just stared at a wall.
The third time, I spoke a little.
Now, she was in my room again, trying to make conversation. I was just nodding of shaking my head in response.
She cocked her head towards me and sighed.
I looked at her.
"What?" I croaked.
All of a sudden, she pushed me down onto my bed and pushed her lips against mine.
Then, I made the biggest mistake possible; I kissed back.
She grinded her groin into mine, making me groan slightly.
I pushed her off of me. "What the fuck are you doing?"
She smirked. "Relieving you of that hoe."
"What the fuck did you just call my girlfriend?" I bellowed.
"A hoe. She's probably fucking her kidnapper Harry. You need to face the facts that SHES GONE. YOU WILL NEVER GET HER BACK."
I stared at her. "You know where she's at."
Her eyes glazed over with fear, but it was gone in a second. "No I don't."
"Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. House. Immediately." I hissed.
She crossed her arms. "You'll be begging me for more Styles."
"LOUIS." I screamed.
He was upstairs in the doorway in less than a second.
"Get this fucking cunt out of my house." I said.
"Don't mind me showing my own way out, you asshole." She huffed and left.
Louis sat on my bed and pulled me into a hug.
"She knows where she is. I know it." I whispered weakly.
"We'll find her. I promise Harry." He said.
I sure as hell hope we do.

Author's notes:

.. Deep chapter guys. Sorry about that little scene. I promise it'll get better soon though. I hate writing about shit like this. But I just really wanted to play around with it and see how it comes out.

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