Clare's POV

I woke up to see myself chained to the wall. Oh shit. I looked around realizing that I wasn't at my home, although this chamber looked very similar. I shivered a little, not wanting to think about the events that occurred in that room. I was thankful that I still had my clothes on. I looked around even more and remembered the events of what happened. Fuck. I pulled on the chains, getting a feel of how thick the cold metal was and whether or not I would be able to get out.

I felt around and the chains weren't as secure as these dumb ass kidnappers thought. Yes, it is thick metal, but I've been tested through shit like this before. This is nothing. Right as I was adjusting and about to break the chains, I heard the door open.

The guy with curly hair along with a guy with short hair and brown eyes came in. I said absolutely nothing. That's what I was taught. They made their way towards me and I stayed still.

"The crazy bitch is awake Liam," The curly one spoke. So that's his name. I looked at him and laughed

"Heard that before," I said while looking away, but not after noticing the little gift I gave him on his jaw. But my comment earned a slap across the face. I didn't even flinch, and the hit was nothing compared to other's I've felt.

"Who do you think you are to speak like that. Actually I'm not surprised, you are that fucking devil's daughter, of course you are a bitch," He spoke. I tried to contain my anger.

I sighed, this bastard really doesn't know who he is dealing with.

"Why the hell do you guys want me? If you came to try to negotiate you have chose the wrong person, I don't deal with that shit," I said annoyed.

"Listen up whore, we just want to get to your rich asshole of a father, but we wouldn't mind getting info and killing you painfully," Liam spoke up.

I scoffed a little bit before sighing again.

"You really need some work on this little attitude you have going on Ms. Kane, we wouldn't mind torturing you until you know your place," The curly one spoke. I looked at them with an unemotional face. I could tell that they weren’t kidding. A lot of people hate my father, I’m not surprised that they are acting this way. The one named Liam was walking around me studying my actions and face. I raised my chin and gave off an unemotional face. Showing any signs of weakness will lead to more pain and disgrace. After a minute or so,they left the room.Finally.

I waited another minute to make sure they were far enough away before I turned my arm a little bit, pulling as hard as possible from the wall. As expected, one of the chains broke. These guys seem to really underestimate my abilities. I worked on the rest of the chains and managed to get out. I looked at the surroundings again seeing a window on the side.

I walked towards it thinking that it was a way of escape, but turned out that there were bars surrounding the window. Shit. There isn’t another way out except for the door where those two dipshits came in. I guess I’ll have to take my chances. I looked out seeing that it was morning. I’ve been knocked out for quite some time.

I went to the door and quietly checked to see if it was locked, luckily it wasn’t. I was skeptical as to seeing how easy it was to get out so far. These guys probably aren’t very experienced with this kind of shit. I carefully opened the door, walking out to see the blonde one. He stared at me in shock and was about to alert everybody, but I hit a pressure point, knocking him out before he could proceed.

I carefully set him down so the noise of his body wouldn’t alert anybody. I made my way down the hallway a little bit more peeking out the corner to make sure the coast was clear. I saw an entrance to a balcony at the end of the hall and felt relieved. This would be a safer option than the main front door. I carefully made my way there, listening for any voices.

Once I made it, I quietly opened it and walked out seeing that it was about two stories away from the ground. Luckily, there was enough things for me to grab a hold of to get down safely. Right as I was about to climb down, I felt someone grab a hold of my body tightly.

“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” an angry voice spoke. Shit how did I not notice someone? This muscular figure had my whole body held in his grasp. I could feel his breath on my neck meaning his head is directly behind mine. I tilted my head down, and smacked it hard up against the figure’s face. Immediately my body was released. I ran to the other side of the balcony, seeing the brown haired, blue eyed guy that fought me earlier. He looked pissed holding his bloody nose. He approached me again, and I got into combat position. He struck first but I was able to dodge it and get a hit in his jaw. He stumbled back a little bit looking even angrier than earlier.

“You’ve got guts, and fighting skills,” He spoke, ”Which only means that your stay here will be even more miserable.”

This pissed me off because there was no way I was going to stay here. I already get treated like shit by my father. I’m not going to deal with five more assholes.

I approached him with incredible speed and kicked him in the stomach using a lot of weight. He fell to the ground, and grunted. I took this as my opportunity to climb down. But this fucking bitch was able to get up and smacked me down to the ground.

He sat on my knees and pinned my arms down with his knees. He was so lucky that I’m a small person. I could feel the pressure on my arms as he dug his knee cap into my arms, causing me to wince. He punched my face once out of anger. The amount of force he used knocked my head to the other side. Shit. My vision was getting a little fuzzy.

“Bitch,” he spat. I heard footsteps rushing towards us. I turned and saw the curly haired one stand right in front of my head.

“What the fuck is she doing out here Louis?” So the asshole on top of me is Louis. Good to know when I kill him.

I was breathing heavily out of anger and just from being tired.

“This bitch got out somehow. I could’ve swore we took more precautions Harry,” Louis spoke. And Harry is the green eyed bastard.

“Well now we know her abilities. Ms. Kane, your actions are unacceptable, and it seems that you give zero shits about what I’ve said, but I mean business, and I will give you a little taste of what it’s like to anger us. Hitting us is one thing, but trying to escape is just fucking idiotic of you,” Harry spat. “Louis you know what to do. Let’s bring her back to her room.”

“You shits are fucking cowards. The fact that more than one of you had to approach me before actually getting me is absolutely pathetic. Almost laughable. Just know that,” I spat. I didn’t care what they thought or were going to do. It wasn’t going to be compared to anything I’ve already dealt with. But, if looks could kill, I would be six feet under because they were glaring at me with hate.

“You are testing my patience Clare,” Harry spoke as he grabbed me by the collar and slammed me against the wall. I only winced because of the bruises that were already there.

He roughly handcuffed my arms,before dragging me by my hair back to the room. He didn’t give me the chance to even stand, so I was stumbling behind him. This fucking bastard. I didn’t care that Louis was behind me, I was pissed. Once I was able to stand up, and I kicked Harry’s legs tripping him to the ground, his grip on me released. I ran down the stairs I saw earlier as fast as I could, feeling Louis’ presence chasing after me.

“Fucking bitch! Get back here!” Louis and Harry screamed.

I guess the other guys heard the commotion because they ran out of what I think was the living room and bumped into me. Shit. I saw another entrance to the kitchen and ran there seeing knives on the side. Being handcuffed made things difficult. I wish I could’ve grabbed them. All I’ve got that would be useful are my legs. Fuck, can’t things go right for me once?

They all ran in glaring at me. And it seems like the Blonde one woke up as well. I knew I was fucked because I was cornered.

“Looks like the brat is trapped,” Louis spoke. A brown-haired hazel eyed one slowly made his way to me, and it looks like he was trying to grab me. My reflexes reacted and I kicked him in the face. He fell straight to the ground shocked. That’s when I was fucked because they all went up and pinned me down. Four guys against one girl, of course they would be able to get me.

“Kicking Zayn was a big mistake,” Liam spat with a cold tone. This time they all dragged me back into my room. They saw the broken chains and threw me in. Being handcuffed sucked, because I couldn’t stop the fall and ended up landing on them. I didn’t hear any cracks, but it definitely hurt. It seems that there was more than one chain because they brought me to another one. This time the cuffs were much thicker, and it had cuffs for the feet as well. I was quickly put into them. The cuffs were put on tighter than last time and I could feel the metal pierce my skin.

“Louis your hits are the hardest, you get to hit this bitch first. But before we start with the punishment, Zayn, leave her in her undergarments and destroy the rest of her clothes,” Harry spoke coldly.

The one that I kicked in the kitchen came up to me with a knife and started to cut of my pants first. I was used to this, but it didn’t stop the fact that it brought up bad thoughts and memories.

Zayn finished with the pants and ripped the shirt within seconds, then took a step back. They all looked at my body shocked. I just stared at them. They saw most of the bruises, scars, burns and cuts running up and down the front of my body.It was silent and I was becoming more and more upset.

“What! Never seen a girl with scratches?” I yelled. They looked at me with unreadable expressions.

“We’ll postpone the hits today. But she still needs a punishment. Boys, make sure that tonight she will be extremely uncomfortable. She will not be able to get any ounce of sleep whatsoever and no food or water for a day,” Harry spoke a lot more quietly this time. The guys did what they had to do, trying their best not to look at my bruises and scars. I was absolutely silent. I hated when people saw my scars. After a moment, they all left the room silently. Fuck Them. They could torture someone, but can’t handle looking at a girls scars?