You're Mine. |H.S|

Chapter 1

My wrist are shackled to a wall. I can't remember what happened last night besides the sharp pain in my neck. The heavy door in front of me opens revealing a blinding light, and a shadow of a muscular man. First thought is he's gonna take out a knife and kill me. He just stands there.

"Hello?" I ask nervously and quietly. The shadow comes slowly towards me. My eyes water, he's gonna assault and then kill me.

"Hello, Love." The man crouches in front of me and reaches in his back pocket.

"Please don't hurt me." I plead hiding my face in my arm. The man puts a key on the floor in front of me. "I'll be back later." The raspy British voice says then the ma walks out of the room.

The door closes. I'm going to die in here, all alone, suffering and violated. I sob into my arm quietly then stop. I need to be strong and prove him that this isn't going to effect me. I sit up and try to re position myself, in a couch position I run the side of my neck gently with my index finger and middle finger. The room is pitch black.

There are voices in the hallway, from at least three men. All have British accents except one is Irish. The man must've put the key in front of me out of my reach to either torture me or teach me that I have no opinion or choice in what happens to me here. My neck starts to ache again. I put my finger over the pain, blood.

The door opens again, the same man I think, it's to dark to see. He walks cooley towards me then crouches in front of me trying to find the key. He smells like Axe and sweat. The shackles unlocked, I remain in the same position. The worst he can do is violate then kill me; which he probably is going to do. I get up slowly, supporting all of my weight onto the wall. From my hips down are completely numb, including my arms. The room itself is pretty small. The man tugs on a string from the ceiling turning on a light.

"I trust you won't scream or shout so I don't need the tape." His dark green eyes intimidate me. "Right?" His voice raises, it sounds like a command more than question so I just nod.

Three men are sitting in what I guess is the living area room. "Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis." They wave after their names are called. This all seems like a drama-cop tv show that my parents and I used to watch. "I'm Harry," He smiles.

It's cloudy but not raining out. The living room actually has quite a few windows. Thunder echoes throughout the half empty house. None of the boys have security codes on them, if I try to make a run for it I'd probably be able to get away, not very far though. I guess it's worth a shot, I'll be dead anyway and maybe this will get me killed quicker so I don't have to go through the torture of wondering when my time is, also knowing I'll be personally violated then killed, Bye-bye virginity.

Slowly I walk over to the sliding glass door pretending to be looking around outside. My eyes drift off to the lock on the door, I can't move my head or else they'll know what I'm trying to do. My hands starts to shake, bye-bye virginity I remind myself in my head . Gently and slowly I twist the lock with my thumb and index finger. I pull the quickly run out, only Harry is behind me. The air is cool but humid. I'm a fast runner but I get winded easily. Violated, killed, gone. After like seven minutes I'm panting frantically.

"Didn't think I'd need to use this again" Harry holds me tightly with one arm and in the other is a needle. "Oh, Alison," he injects a clear beige serum in my neck where to previous mark was. "When are you going to learn?"