Chained

Why did i slap him? I am so fucking stupid. Like he wasn't going to come back in here and slap me back. Did i honestly not think about that? He grabs me by the hair pulling me to what i guest was the living room. He literary throws me on the couch and sits on the table in front of me. I jump off the couch and put my finger in his face.

"Don't you ever touch me again," I scream. Not caring that he is stronger than me and bigger. I threaten him even though he could kill me right now. I really don't care.

"She is a feisty one, isn't she," the blond boy turns to Zayn. Zayn tilts his head and laughs.

"She wasn't like that when i first met her," he says and it only fuels mt hatred for him. I can't even look at him. The blond one chuckles and touches my cheek. I smack it off. He frowns.

"Don't do that," he says.

"Or what?" i put my hands on my waist.

"Kiara, i wouldn't temp him if i was you," Zayn warns.

"I think you should shut the fuck up," I spat and he stands from his seat. i turn back to the blonde over here. "Or what," i yell. The boy with warm brown eyes stands next to the blond boy. Not to scare me but to whisper something into his ear. To calm him down. He is shaking. The blond boy walks away, knocking over a lamp in the process.

"You've upset Niall, love. Not a good thing i should ask. He'll kill you," The curly haired boy said. I thought he was just kidding but the frown on his face tells me otherwise. "I know you are probably wondering why you are here. Why you aren't at home with your parents."

"Nooo...... I just was wondering where could i find my cat," I rolled my eyes.

"Kiara, shut the fuck up," Zayn spats. And it actually makes me shut up. I don't know what these boys can co and really don't what to find out.

"You wasted all the time to dramatic so let's just cut to the chase. You're parents sold you to us,"

"I don't believe you,"

"Louis, show here the papers," The one called Louis grabs some papers out of his pocket and throws them on the glass table. I pick them up without no hesitation. I began reading. There was a lot of big words. No kidding. I couldn't read them but i acted like i knew all of them. Nodding my head a couple of times like how mom would do when she read those emergency forms from school. It basic is telling me what the boy had said and then i get to the bottom. There is the price that they sold me for and i get so fucking angry.

They sold me for 800,000 dollars!!! What? That's not even a lot. My parents don't even think i was worth that much. I know i'm angry about the wrong thing. The fact that they sold me should make me mad. but they couldn't have sold me for 56.6 million dollars or something. And there at the bottom is my parents perfect singuatre. It doesn't even look like they were crying or that their hands were shaking because they were about to cry. The tears forming in my eyes threaten to fall and i just toss the papers in the air and watch them slowly fall to the round.

"what do you want from me?" I whisper. It was so low that i thought i was talking to myself.

"We want you to be our sex slave,"

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