Parson Upton
Year 2023, Month August
Chicago, Illinois
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My whole body shook as Zayn pretended to care about me with his arms wrapped firmly around my torso. He didn’t care that I was obviously terrified of Harry, and he didn’t care that I was crying. He was just holding onto me so that I wouldn’t try to run away. Whenever we were in my room this morning before Harry came into it, he was changing his clothes from being soaked and screaming at me for acting up around Harry. Nothing happened except that Zayn had hit me a few times, but that’s it. That’s why I was so shaken up when I answered the door for Harry. Although… this… Harry didn’t have to do that. He didn’t have to kill the slaves in the room, I was already terrified of him as it was… I just told him that I wasn’t, like a fucking idiot.

“Let me go,” I scolded Zayn for leaving hand marks on my arms for holding me so tightly against him and he dropped me on the floor once we were in my bedroom, “I can’t believe you. You made him believe that we had something going on.”

“What?” Zayn laughed in my face as if I was insane, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. He wouldn’t think that there was something going on with us because we fucking hate each other, Parson. He would have seen the security tapes with me hitting you, and then he would’ve known that we didn’t have anything.”

“Well… he obviously thought something was going on,” I told him, “I wouldn’t have anything going on with you, even if I wanted to,” I snapped and he scoffed.

“You would love to have this,” he reached forward and tipped my chin, “You’re just not very worthy of me, goldie.” Bastard. He then walked over to my bedroom door and looked at me from over his shoulder, “I’m not coming back in here until tomorrow. You need to stay here in solitude until you have a better attitude about staying here because I’m not saving your ass if you try to run away again. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

What’s coming to me? Might as well jump off of the roof now. I felt so shitty because I cried in front of both Zayn and Harry. That’s pitiful. I hate crying in front of people because it makes me look so weak. Sure, I make myself look stronger than I am, but deep down I cry all of the time.

I wanted to try to escape again―just this one last time. If I don’t make it this time, I won’t try again. Because if I don’t make it this time, I’ll probably be dead. My plan was to go out the back; there’s a balcony on the back of the house in one of the spare rooms and I could easily get a rope from the basement and scale my way down the balcony. My plan was not genius, but it was a plan. I was going to do it after my dinner was brought to me in my bedroom and after I had eaten all that I could. Trying to run on an empty stomach? Not the best idea to come up with.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on my door. Here goes nothing. My dinner was pushed through the door on a cart and the woman that brought it in was covered in cuts and bruises. “I’m sorry,” I told her and she smiled at me, but I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her as tight as I could, “You’re not alone.” When she left my room and I was alone with my food, I looked at what was on the cart. Fresh steak, baked potatoes, and carrots. It wasn’t modified at all, it was real food and it smelled damn good. I ate what I could and what my stomach could hold down, and I grabbed the duffel bag I packed this morning when I tried to leave then. It had everything that I thought I would need in it, including the rope I snuck from the corner in the basement you first walk into it when Zayn was showing me the house before we went into the garden. There was another part of the basement that I wanted to go into but he said it was forbidden for me to go into unless I was forcefully taken in there. There was also a bunch of clothes in the bag that would keep me warm and covered.

I was ready this time; I wasn’t going to half ass this escape, I was really going to try. I didn’t ever want to see Zayn, or Harry, or anyone I met on this kidnapping again. I actually wouldn’t mind seeing Louis again, but… he’s gone. I still have a hole in my heart from where Louis used to be, only because I still feel super guilty about the way I treated him and the way I never got to tell him sorry… but the past is the past, I guess…

My eyes widened when I opened my bedroom door. Only because, it actually opened. Zayn locks the door every time he goes out, but I guess that woman forgot to lock it on her way back… unless she left it unlocked on purpose… I sprinted down the hallway, trying not to let my shoes make noises as they hit the cold floor. I found a pair of knee boots that were flat on the bottom so that they would be easy to run around in, because the only other shoes that were in there were heels and flats. Flats give me rashes and there’s no way in hell that I’m running around in heels. As I scurried past the room’s that voices were coming from, I jumped into the guest bedroom and opened its balcony door, looking down over the edge and realizing that it was farther down than I thought it was going to be. How did Zayn jump off of it with it being so high up from the ground? I had to move quickly, so my whole body was shaking as I rushed to pull the rope that I scavenged from the basement. I was so terrified to do this, and my plan still wasn’t well thought out, but fuck I needed to leave. I needed to escape from hell.

As I tossed my body over the edge of the balcony, the rope that I tied around my waist caught me and I gasped when I didn’t fall to the ground. When my feet met the concrete below me, I untied the rope, threw my duffel bag back over my shoulder and went to take off running. Then suddenly the hood on my jacket was pulled and so was I, my body hitting the cold concrete and my head rushing as I laid there to regain strength. I had been caught, and I expected it to be by Zayn…

“You just don’t know when to quit, do you, little Parson?” Harry appeared in my vision and I scrambled to my feet, my whole body turning white with excruciating fear, “I come out here to get a fresh breath of air after the shit that you pulled minutes ago, and I catch you trying to escape? Again?” he put his hands together and pressed his lips to his forefingers, closing his eyes. He was trying not to hit me, I know he was, and that thought scared me out of my mind, “Okay. Now you’re coming with me.”

“What? No!” I screamed and his hand landed on my collarbone as he pulled me towards him, pulling me into his chest and making me shudder out a breath. Our faces were so close that our noses were hitting each other, and I could see the anger painted in his red eyes.

“Don’t you fucking tell me no,” he barked, his eyes searching my frightened face and him then grabbing my arm and pulling me behind him, “I have warned you I don’t know how many times, Parson, and you do not listen. I don’t know you well enough to know why you don’t listen to people, but I’m sure there’s a reason. But you will listen to me, dammit, whether you like it or not.” He literally pulled me down the basement stairs and when I gained my balance he looked at me and said, “Do I make myself clear?” I tried to pry his hand from my arm because it was beginning to burn, and he licked his lips slowly, pulling me closer to him and making me hiss in his face, “Do I make myself clear, goddammit?”

“Yes,” I snapped in his face and he let out an angry chuckle, bringing me farther down to the basement with brutal force. I don’t know why I keep giving him attitude, but he just pisses me off so much thinking he can tell me what to do, so I smart off to him. I gasped at the inner building of the basement that I had never seen before and I immediately covered my mouth. It was terrible. Shackles and chains covered the walls, along with various ropes, beds on the floor, and posts. There were riding crops on one side of the wall and whips just below them. All that you could think of as a torture tool… was down in this basement. No wonder your slaves don’t have any life left in them. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked and he slammed me down on the floor, sliding my jacket off and turning me towards him… oh God.

“Since you aren’t going to listen to me and do what I tell you to do, I’m just going to force you to listen to me and do as I say,” he spat through closed teeth. If this is what you look like angry… I might stop making you act this way… I was scared shitless, “You will do everything that I tell you, got it? Or this will go down rough and you will feel everything.” He took off my long boots to show my legs, making him close his eyes and turn around. I could make a run for it… his back was facing me, but all of a sudden, his shoulder blades moved as he took off his suit jacket, making my mouth involuntarily drop open. I closed it when he turned around, but then he unbuttoned his dress shirt and tossed it to the side, only showing a black tee shirt.

He walked up to me and crouched down to my eye level, grabbing my arms and pulling me backwards until my back hit a post. He turned me around and made me face the post as he tied my wrists to the bottom of it. Cynical asshole. I looked over my shoulder to see him with a pair of scissors and I gasped, but it turns out he was just cutting my shirt off. Should’ve thought of that before you tied me to the damned post. Chills ran up my body when his large, warm hands landed on my shoulders, his forefingers tracing my spine and his hands firmly pressed to the skin on my back.

“You’re back is so beautiful… skin… so pure… delightful,” he whispered, his lips right next my ear, meaning he was leaning over me from behind. His hands traveled down my torso and right next to my bra, making me swallow hard and my eyes glue to the marble floor, “It’s a shame I’m going to ruin your perfect skin… only because of your misbehaviour.” He cut my bra straps on my shoulders and my bra hit the floor, making my eyes go wide and my whole body shake, holy shit. “Don’t be afraid of me, Diamond… I’m going to take great…” he trailed off and his hands traveled to the front of my chest, making tears sting my eyes… “Great care of you…”

He noticed my despair and took his hands entirely from my body, but then he put his hand on my chin to make me look at him, but I managed to wipe my tears away with my shoulders before I made eye contact with him. “Why do you hide your tears, baby?” he asked me and I jerked my face away from his hand, hiding because I couldn’t keep the other ones from falling, “Fine. You’ll take motherfucking Zayn’s comfort but you won’t take a man’s comfort? Very shady of you, Diamond. Very shady.” I heard him fumbling around and I looked over my shoulder again to see that he had taken his tee shirt off, showing his bare torso and making my eyes go wide… he had whip scars on his back… “Because you’re being shady, I’m going to be shady. This whip has been in the business for eighty years… still works like a charm.” He walked up behind me and moved my hair off of my back and tried to wipe my tears away, but I turned from him again and he cut the ropes on my wrists, making me cry again. That’s not a good sign.

All of a sudden, a sharp slice went through my back and I let out a sob, making him grow quiet and all I heard were my cries. Another slice. I sniffed and buried my face in my hands as I sobbed. He was literally whipping me for trying to run away… Another slice. “H-Harry,” I cried, looking behind me to look at him. He was getting ready to strike again and I let my tears fall from my eyes, “Please stop.”

“Will you try to run from me again?” he asked, as serious as he could be. When I didn’t say anything, I looked forward as the whip behind me hit my back again. Fuck.

“Okay! I won't do it again!” I sobbed, “Just please stop this!” I screamed and he crouched down beside me, pulling his tee shirt over my body and it swallowing me whole as my back bled through it.

“I’m glad you learned your lesson,” he said, helping me stand up with his hand on my hip and his other hand in mine so that he wouldn’t hurt my back. Now you’re being generous? Dick. He then gathered my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes, “You won’t try to leave again, right?” I nodded my head and then I wrapped my arms around him for a hug… I was sucking up, I admit, but I needed this hug at the moment. “You belong to me, Parson. Not to fucking Zayn, not to that asshole Louis, not to anyone else,” he looked down at me again as tears fell from my eyes, “You’re mine. Do you understand that?”

“I understand,” I muttered and he swallowed.

“Who do you belong to?” he whispered, taking me in his arms and making me wince as more tears fell from my eyes. I buried my face in his neck and sucked in a breath, “Tell me.”

“I belong… t-to you,” I stuttered out and he nodded his head before pressing a lingering kiss on my forehead, making me freeze solid as he carried me up the basement stairs.

He glanced down at me before saying, “Don’t ever prove that fact wrong.”

Notes

This is getting very intense and I can't wait to write more 0.0
*whispers* I'm actually starting to believe in Parry even though it may or may not happen...


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