Louis POV

I walked back into the flat and notice my lovely girlfriend isn’t anywhere to be found. I trot up the stairs and look all around, but can’t find her. She probably just went out for something, but I couldn’t help but feel like something had gone horribly wrong. I picked up my phone and clicked on the first number in my favourites.
I waited while the phone rang, but she never answered. Worried I scrolled through my list of contacts in search of Perrie. I found it and quickly rang her up.
“Louis?”
“Perrie! Have you seen Eleanor anywhere?” I asked frantically.
“No, I haven’t heard from her all day. Is she not at your flat?”
“No I came back and she wasn’t here.”
“We’ll find her! Be there in ten!” She announced hanging up. I sat down on the couch and sent a text to Eleanor.
“Hey babe. Where are you? Everything okay? Please text back soon. I’m worried. Xx Louis.”
I then went through the rest of my contacts, Sophia, Niall, Liam, Harry, Zayn, Eleanor’s mum, and anyone else in my contacts who might be with her.

Eleanor POV

I wake up with blurry vision. As it slowly comes back, I notice my surroundings. I am in a bed. I am in a room. And there are two men looking at me. The past events all come rushing back and I quickly realise I’m in trouble. My first instinct was to get away, but upon tugging at my wrists I notice they’re tied up over my head to the bedpost. Looking down I see my ankles are tied down the same way.
I look back up at the more clear figures in front of me. The men who had dragged me into that van. One of the men walks over to my side. Smiling with the most non genuine sympathy. He runs his sickly wrinkled finger up my leg making me winch and yank my leg away. To my surprise he pulls his finger away and looks up at me.
“This one doesn’t want it.” He laughs.
“They never do. Good thing we don’t care.” The other starts.
“ahh yes, the only problem is where to start.” The first one turns to a table behind him full of horrible things I can’t even bear to look at. He picks up something twirling it in this hands. The other comes over to me and begins feeling me up, I do my best to shrug away but My hands were dangling helplessly over my head, so my struggles were all in vain.
"What do you want with me?" I choked out finding my voice at last.
"I think you know exactly why you're here." He growled at me still feeling me.
"Please don't touch me." I whimpered.
"Aww now that's no fun." He smirks. He reaches down fumbling with my zipper, but seems to struggle. It's now that I realise just how intoxicated they both must be. My jeans slide down, and I feel incredibly helpless. A tear fell down my cheek but he didn't seem to care.
I didn't want to do this. If only done it once with Louis, and he was careful with me. But I knew these men wouldn't treat me the same. I keep thinking of Louis. I wish that somehow some way he could save me, but I know he can't. He doesn't know, no one does I hadn't told anyone. I wish I had.

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