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Tattoos

Privileges.

CLAIRE'S POV

"Why did you make me change into this." I muttered a question to the bastard.

He smirked and began walking, I followed like a pet, "Well because I like it, and it turns me on."

I scrunched up my face, "Is that the only reason?"

"Yep." He said while popping the 'p'.

Louis walked into the kitchen and took out a pack of ciggaretes. He took a lighter and was about to light it, but he looked at me and smirked again. He handed me the lighter and tapped his ciggarete.

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes, I lit the lighter and lit his ciggarete. "Maybe if I'm lucky you'll die from lung cancer." I blurted out.

He didn't get mad, he just laughed, "Love, their is a lot of things you need to learn. I'm going to make you like me, a robber, a smoker, a dealer, a murderer, a fighter. A criminal. So if I die from lung cancer you will too."

I pursed my lips and stayed quiet, he was going to try to make me like him. I will never let that happen, ever. He can't just expect me to fall into his arms out of fear and let him mold me into something like I'm clay. He may have power over me, but I have more power over myself.

"What's wrong?" Louis puffed the smoke right into my face, "You don't wanna smoke?"

"No." I said in a blank tone, hoping he would shut up.

He laughed and held out the cigarette, "C'mon just do it."

"No fuck off." I turned away, I couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes.

"You will one day, I know you will." He said lowly. At least he didn't he didn't get mad, for now.

I shuddered when he spoke, his voice was dark and he was always serious, even when he was joking he was serious. I looked at the couch where Liam was playing some game, and Lyn was still unconscious.

Wait, she's moving now. I saw as she opened her eyes, and instantly made eye contact with me. I widened my eyes and put a finger to my lips, telling her to keep quiet. The tears streamed down her cheeks, but she nodded.

I tried to act normal, but it was even harder to act normal, than be normal. I leaned back on the counter, pretending to watch Liam play whatever it was.

All was going well, until Lyn sneezed. I mentally facepalmed, idiot. Liam paused the game and looked at Lyn and smirked, "Ah, is she awake?"

"People can sneeze in their sleep." I said.

Louis walked past me but sent me a glare, "Shut up!"

I shut my mouth and watched Louis kneel next to Lyn. She sat up but wasn't aware of Liam behind her, so she leaned into his lap. Liam laughed and wrapped his arms around her, and that's when she began sobbing.

Lyn was always the one who would cry in situations, and I would be the the 'brave one.' I was brave on the outside, on the inside I was as scared as Lyn.

"P-Please let me go." Lyn whispered and shut her eyes.

I bit my bottom lip, I had no idea what to do. Louis would probably kill me if I spoke, but Lyn is so scared. "Lyn everything will be okay, you just need to calm down." I finally said.

Louis shot his head toward me and glared, "Shut the fuck up, I won't hesitate to shoot her."

Lyn let out a few sobs and she was shaking, why was Lyn the victim? We were both kidnapped, but why is Louis treating her like a piece of trash?

I didn't say anything as Liam released Lyn, and he stood up. He told Lyn to follow her, she looked at me and I nodded. She followed Liam down a hallway and she disappeared.

Louis turned to face me, "You've got a lot of nerve for a girl who was kidnapped sixteen hours ago." He spat.

I shrugged, but didn't speak. Anything that would come out of my mouth would piss him off and give him an excuse to hurt Lyn. So I remained quiet.

I had no idea what time it was, but it was pitch black outside. I kept yawning and drifting off on the couch. I really didn't want to sleep, not with these boys here.

"You tired, love?" Louis asked.

I wanted to tell him not to call me love, but I was so tired so I just nodded. He groaned, "Follow me."

I stood up and followed him down the hallway. He turned into the room at the very end, it had a king sized bed that looked like heaven. Louis just pointed to it and I collapsed under then covers.

"This bed is a privilege, if you love it then you better listen to what I say." He told me.

I just nodded and I heard the door shut. Alone for once, thank god. Or so I thought, I heard the unbuckling of a belt and my eyes shot opened. Louis was taking off his pants, his shirt was already off. He had a lot of tattoos, wow.

Louis was only on his boxers. I shut my eyes before he saw that I was still awake. I felt the bed dip next to me , and I felt a hot breath fan my face. Louis moved pieces of hair off my face and he said, "We have a big day tomorrow, get some rest."