Darkness Inside Her

Zayn's POV

As much as that wasn't necessary of Harry to do, it was quite entertaining. Harry always seems to get his way, whether it's easy or not. Well, Clare was definitely asking for it.

Clare's POV
I.Will. Fucking. Murder. Harry. Styles. I was fuming with anger. It got to the point where I couldn't even feel the low temperature of the room. So I stood there chained, while breathing heavily. My jaw was already sore from how hard he gripped my face. I had the quiet time to myself, and I used it, plotting the way I was going to beat the shit out of Harry when I'm uncuffed.

***FEW HOURS LATER***

I heard the door rattle and unlock, and the five assholes came into the room. All of them looked at me with irritation or just plan out hatred.

"Well my dear, let's get down to negotiation," Liam spoke. I laughed sarcastically.

"I thought you guys were smart enough to just download all the files from my father," I spoke.

" Oh trust me sweetheart, we've already done that. But unfortunately for you, he was smart and had backup pass codes, so, we will get information out of you," Zayn spoke.

"Like hell you will. You guys are funny if you think I am just going to spit out info," I spat. To be honest I didn't really know the pass codes. He changed them every month, I just knew the general things of the whole business.

"Alright then," Louis spoke menacingly. He started to put on brass knuckles, one's similar to mine. Without a warning I was quickly punched in the stomach. I groaned, but, I've been through this before. My whole body was tense as I breathed heavily.

"What about now?" Louis spoke as he stared straight into my eyes. I just smirked, but then realizing that I was making the whole situation worse for myself. So again, Louis punched me. This time it was my cheek. The impact was so intense my head smacked back against the wall, for sure leaving a dent. I tasted and felt the metallic blood in my mouth.

"It's like you don't even realize you are with a gang. Bring in the cart." Harry spoke angrily. Immediately Niall walked out and brought the cart which I already knew most likely held torture tools. Harry grabbed a small knife and brought it over to me.

"Now, I am going to carve into your skin until you say something," Harry spat. I smirked again.

" I thought that you would've remembered that knives don't affect me," I smiled. His piercing green eyes withheld no emotion as he dropped the knife, and started to look up and down at my body. I froze when I noticed he was looking at the finger-shaped marks on my thighs. Oh no. He better fucking not. He smirked at my reaction.

"Well, if you don't get affected by the threats, then we are just going to bring back a little bit of your memories and watch you beg me to stop. You should have answers by then," he spoke. He slowly ran his hand up my legs, making me flinch, he stopped right on the hand-shaped bruises, squeezing them tightly, making me wince from the pain. My breathing went rapid, I can handle anything, you name it. Punches, kicks, knives, fire, but I cannot handle being sexually assaulted. It would always bring back awful, awful memories.

"I don't know the passcodes," I spat out. He looked even more furious.

"Yeah right!" Let's be honest now sweetheart," He spoke, lifting his hands higher. I flinched. I hated that name and I hated what he was doing.

"I said I don't know them!" I scream. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to get some oxygen into my system but I couldn't. I felt odd. My whole body felt like it was being constricted, please make it stop. Make him stop. P-please.

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