Guns n' Roses
♡ Chapter 7 ♡
Peight
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Wide, open, grey walls, dark except for one light on the ceiling above me. When I tried to move, I realized I was being restrained with my arms tied behind the chair I was sitting in. Then it hit me, I did exactly what Mendes said not to do....fuck.
"Well hello there." I looked up who said that, and I realized that Harry had come down the stairs and was walking over to me with 3 men behind him. One I recognized as Zayn. "Welcome to my house. How did you sleep? Not too restless I hope." He said crouching down to my level and placing his hand on my thigh.
"Go to hell." I spat glaring at him.
"Now now, that's no way to talk to a person." He said pushing some hair out of my face. Usually I would react differently when someone would do that, but all I felt was disgust. "So, now down to real business. Where's your little friend?" He asked raising his voice a little.
"Yeah, 'cause I totally know while I've been here because you locked me up for who knows how long." I said rolling me eyes. Just then my head was forced to the side by a powerful force; that little bitch just slapped me.
"I will tell you the rules here in minute, but first, I asked you a question, and you will answer it."
"I can't answer a question I don't know the answer to." I reposed back more sassy then I'd wanted. Another blow to my face.
"Bitch I asked you a question!" He said grabbing some of my hair yanking it upwards.
"Like I fucking said, I. Don't. Fucking. Know." I said looking straight into his black eyes. He stared at me for a second then roughly let go of my hair an pushed my head back.
"Bring her to my room." He said to the other men as his back was faced away from us.
"What, now you're going to rape me?" I asked not one ounce in my voice sounded scared.
"It's not rape if you enjoy yourself darling." He said smirking at me before he went back upstairs.
"You're Zayn, right?" I asked trying to make conversation with him so maybe he might be kind enough to help me escape later.
"Um, yeah." He said smiling a little bit as he finished untying my wrists. I quickly grabbed them rubbing them to get the burning rope feeling off if them.
"Thanks, um for the uh help last night." I said to him.
"Uh, your welcome." He said awkwardly still having that sort of cute smile on his face. I smiled back at him, then went to get up, but it was like my legs were paralyzed, and I fell flat onto the ground. "Oh shit." Zayn said walking back over to me as I just sat there wondering what the hell just happened. "Um, sorry the stuff we have you to sedate you kind of, um, partially paralyzes you for, um 24 hours." He said picking me up bridal style and heading for the stairs.
"Great." I scoffed trying to seem cooler with it. He walked through a few rather large rooms, went up a staircase, then stopped in front of a door and looked at me.
"I'm um, sorry for what I'm about to do." He said as I nodded. He suddenly kicked the door open, and walked over the roughly threw me on the bed.
"She's all yours." Zayn said with his hands up in the air as he left.
"I don't even get a hello?" Harry asked from the couch I front of the bed where he was sitting.
"Kind of hard, when your fucking paralyzed." I said still trying to move my feet but failing every time.
"Oh." Harry said getting up and walking over to me. "Forgot about that." He chuckled picking me up like Zayn did and bringing me over to where he was on the couch. He laid me down on the couch, then I watched him take his shirt off and hover over me.
"I guess I'm going to have to hold out on sex, because I want you to feel it when we do." He said lowering his lips to mine. And that was it, after everything he did to me in the last 24 hours, it was like I just melted into him. It was like I wasn't myself anymore. I couldn't control myself.
He was my drug. and even though I haven't known him that long, I was addicted to him.
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. Wide, open, grey walls, dark except for one light on the ceiling above me. When I tried to move, I realized I was being restrained with my arms tied behind the chair I was sitting in. Then it hit me, I did exactly what Mendes said not to do....fuck.
"Well hello there." I looked up who said that, and I realized that Harry had come down the stairs and was walking over to me with 3 men behind him. One I recognized as Zayn. "Welcome to my house. How did you sleep? Not too restless I hope." He said crouching down to my level and placing his hand on my thigh.
"Go to hell." I spat glaring at him.
"Now now, that's no way to talk to a person." He said pushing some hair out of my face. Usually I would react differently when someone would do that, but all I felt was disgust. "So, now down to real business. Where's your little friend?" He asked raising his voice a little.
"Yeah, 'cause I totally know while I've been here because you locked me up for who knows how long." I said rolling me eyes. Just then my head was forced to the side by a powerful force; that little bitch just slapped me.
"I will tell you the rules here in minute, but first, I asked you a question, and you will answer it."
"I can't answer a question I don't know the answer to." I reposed back more sassy then I'd wanted. Another blow to my face.
"Bitch I asked you a question!" He said grabbing some of my hair yanking it upwards.
"Like I fucking said, I. Don't. Fucking. Know." I said looking straight into his black eyes. He stared at me for a second then roughly let go of my hair an pushed my head back.
"Bring her to my room." He said to the other men as his back was faced away from us.
"What, now you're going to rape me?" I asked not one ounce in my voice sounded scared.
"It's not rape if you enjoy yourself darling." He said smirking at me before he went back upstairs.
"You're Zayn, right?" I asked trying to make conversation with him so maybe he might be kind enough to help me escape later.
"Um, yeah." He said smiling a little bit as he finished untying my wrists. I quickly grabbed them rubbing them to get the burning rope feeling off if them.
"Thanks, um for the uh help last night." I said to him.
"Uh, your welcome." He said awkwardly still having that sort of cute smile on his face. I smiled back at him, then went to get up, but it was like my legs were paralyzed, and I fell flat onto the ground. "Oh shit." Zayn said walking back over to me as I just sat there wondering what the hell just happened. "Um, sorry the stuff we have you to sedate you kind of, um, partially paralyzes you for, um 24 hours." He said picking me up bridal style and heading for the stairs.
"Great." I scoffed trying to seem cooler with it. He walked through a few rather large rooms, went up a staircase, then stopped in front of a door and looked at me.
"I'm um, sorry for what I'm about to do." He said as I nodded. He suddenly kicked the door open, and walked over the roughly threw me on the bed.
"She's all yours." Zayn said with his hands up in the air as he left.
"I don't even get a hello?" Harry asked from the couch I front of the bed where he was sitting.
"Kind of hard, when your fucking paralyzed." I said still trying to move my feet but failing every time.
"Oh." Harry said getting up and walking over to me. "Forgot about that." He chuckled picking me up like Zayn did and bringing me over to where he was on the couch. He laid me down on the couch, then I watched him take his shirt off and hover over me.
"I guess I'm going to have to hold out on sex, because I want you to feel it when we do." He said lowering his lips to mine. And that was it, after everything he did to me in the last 24 hours, it was like I just melted into him. It was like I wasn't myself anymore. I couldn't control myself.
He was my drug. and even though I haven't known him that long, I was addicted to him.
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Zayn looks like Michael Jackson in that pic. I Love the story.
3/21/15