Darkness Inside Her

Clare's POV

I've been awake all night and day, and because the lack of food and water, my body was a little weak, and I lost a little energy. Through out the day, they checked on me once or twice- each time either glaring at me or just staring blankly. I can't really say that this is better than staying at my own home, but it isn't worse so far. But then again I've been here for what? Like 42 hours?

I turned my head towards the window, looking past the bars, and I saw the beautiful glow and colors of the sunset. It must be around 7 pm. I looked on a little more at the beauty of the sun, until it faded and it was completely dark. Once it was over, I wondered if my father was looking for me or not. I could just picture him, furious that I never came back, and he probably took it out on one of the guards or workers. Even though he gives zero fucks about me, I know a lot about the system, so I guess I'm kinda valuable.

Because I've been in this standing position for so long, my body was screaming at me, and internally beating me up about it. I shifted a little bit when my legs became numb but winced when I felt the metal of the cuffs pierce my skin. To try and pass time, I started to hum a tune that my mother use to sing when I was little.

One thing I always was told, was to keep my mind active from becoming insane. In worse situations think of other possibilities. But hell, sometimes there's just some points where that shit doesn't matter. I rather become insane and dead, than to live the life I'm living, except I made a promise. I have to keep that promise.

*The next Morning*

I was really weak now. Two days without food, water, sleep, and the bathroom. I guess it's good I haven't eaten or drank anything because that would be a problem since I would have to go to the bathroom where I am standing. The sun had already rose, and I could feel the warmth of it on my body. I had to deal with it shining on my face for an hour, but it did help me stay warm.

I heard the door open, and two pairs of feet along with it. I didn't even bother to look up- because I simply didn't give a fuck.

"We are going to uncuff you and take you to the bathroom. If you try anything, just know that your punishment will be worse than what you have just been through," the one I think was called Zayn said.

He started to unlock the chains on my ankles, while the blonde one I remember as Niall started unlocking the ones on my wrists. Once completed, I immediately fell to the ground painfully. Staying in the same position for so long allowed me to not feel my lower half of the body. Neither of them made a move to help, they just stared in amusement. Bastards.

I slowly started to try and stand, wincing in pain every second of it. I wobbled for a little bit, and it felt like I was learning how to walk for the first time. The rape and the chaining made things very difficult, but after a minute of just standing, I was able to take my first step. That's when they took more caution. Zayn pushed me out the door and started leading me to what I believe was the bathroom. They turned on the lights and forced me in, then closing the door.

"We give you a total of two minutes in there, any second longer than that and we will come in, and you'll regret it," one of them said. I rolled my eyes and quickly scanned the tiny bathroom. No windows or anything I could use to injure or escape. I looked at the toilet, then quickly did my business. Then, I proceeded to washing my hands, making sure not to look in the mirror since I knew the reflection would disappoint me. There was a red muddy color of the water, due to me washing the dried blood from my wrists.

I opened the door, and found them waiting for me.

"We'll be taking you downstairs. Since you can't be trusted, you'll be dining with us." Zayn spoke. They then lead me down the long staircase which was an extremely painful task for me. Down the stairs, in the kitchen, all the guys were there sitting down. I was put in a seat with a sandwich and water bottle waiting in front of me.

They all looked up and noticed my presence and looked at me in disgust. It's either because of my scars and discoloration of my body, or they just plain out hate me. I think it's both.

"Ugh, someone put a shirt on this bitch, i don't want to see that when I am trying to eat," Harry spoke. He stared up at me and smirked when he saw me clench my teeth. This asshole has no fucking idea. Niall grabbed a shirt and forcefully put it on me.

"Well, well, it seems like someone is a whiny little bitch. If you can't handle the marks on my body,then maybe you shouldn't have decided on kidnapping me dumbass. You complain like a five-year old asshole," I spat at Harry. He stood up and glared at me.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He spat. It was completely silent now.

"Oh I think you heard me crystal clear." I spoke back. As you can see, I can't keep my mouth shut sometimes. He was breathing heavily before he slapped me hard and threw me on the ground. Naturally it wouldn't be that bad, but the fact that my whole body was already sore and bruised, doubled the pain.

"What? You feel like a big man throwing around and hurting a girl? It's clear you hate my father, but you are exactly like him, funny since you don't want to be," I spat. His eyes widened in realization, and he looked at me with hatred. He grabbed me and threw me on the chair. Distracted by Harry's childish behavior, I didn't notice Liam behind me with a knife.

He had it held against my throat, and Harry watched, getting pleased with Liam's actions.

"You should really learn how to keep your pretty little mouth shut Clare. You are lucky that Harry decided not to push on with the punishment harry had originally planned. I see those carvings on the side of your body, and I'm sure you wouldn't want another one now would you?" He asked, slowly bringing the knife down to my stomach, and making a little cut. They really don't know who they are handling at the moment, and it made me laugh. I laughed and they all looked at me in surprise and confusion. They clearly thought I would be scared.

"If you really think that a knife is going to scare me, think again. You could have a gun to my head, a knife to my throat, a bomb in my lap, and there won't be an ounce of fear in me. These scars and marks are a tiny fragment of what has happened to me in the past, little stories that have burned away my fear, and you guys have no fucking idea what they have done to me, so don't try to act all fucking tough and threatening." I spat.

This time they all had blank stares, but clearly still angry.

"Liam, Louis- take this bitch back to her room, do the same procedures as the other day, she wants to act like this, she'll just suffer more," Harry spoke. I was then roughly grabbed and dragged back to my room.

Notes

So yeah, I updated. It's like 1 am and I have to go to school tomorrow, so I should probs my gobs go to sleep now. Goodnight, and subscribe, comment, vote, and rate!:)