The Housekeeper [h.s.]

Hostage

Christoff swallowed and watched Ron as he stepped away. He nodded and looked down. I was mesmerized by how easily Ron got his way and how everyone treated him. It was like he was a king. Maybe he was, in the drug world.

"Anyway, it's good to see you again, Lucy! How have you been, love?" Ron said and smiled at me, moving a bit closer.

I wanted to spit on him. Right in his face. The only one who should call me "love" was Harry. And only him. I started to think of Harry. My lip quivered and I felt a lump in my throat. I fought hard to keep it in. I didn't want him to have me vulnerable.

He gave me a pout. "Awh, did I hit one of your weak spots?" He said in a sarcastically sad tone. "Did it remind you of Harry? I know he used to call you love. I heard you two on the phone one time. Such turtledoves. You know, I almost envied Harry for all he had, but I mean, now he's got nothing."

My head was facing down and my face was burning from anger. I felt a tear on my bare legs, and I didn't know if I wanted to scream or cry. Maybe both. It felt like he tore my whole heart into pieces. When he talked about Harry as degrading as he did, he hurt me more than he would if he talked about me like that. I didn't care what he thought about me, but when the man that got Harry in jail hurt him, it was game on.

A game I was destined to lose.

I groaned into the cloth distraught and pressed my eyes together, pinching the tears out to get rid of them. Christoff snorted in front of me, and came towards me. I saw his pointy, shiny shoes as they were standing right in front of me. He bowed down and grabbed my jaw, yanking it to look up at him. I gave him angry and sad eyes, my tears popping out whilst my face carried a scowl.

"You're not as strong as you thought you were, are you?" He said and sighed. "You see, you're not very clever for showing us exactly how weak you are. We could take advantage of it, you know."

My scowl became stronger and more vicious for every word he spat out of his mouth. That man was unbearable. Completely unbearable. Although he was right, and I had been trying to hold the tears in, but it was just too hard. Way too hard. There were so many things I wanted to say, ask, scream. But with the cloth in my mouth there was no chance of that happening.

"So what are you gonna do about her, boss?" One of his minions behind us asked.

Ron smiled. "I don't know. Maybe.. Tease her a little bit."

They laughed in the background. Tease me? I didn't know how they would tease me, and I couldn't figure out what he meant about it, but I was soon about to. The fear built up in my eyes, heart thumping loud and fast, and it felt like I was about to burst. How I got into all of this from just being a band's housekeeper, I didn't know. I was just a normal girl with a job until now. And oh, how I wanted to go back to the fearless times when me and Harry first started flirting and dating. When all I had to worry about was Louis' harsh words and Zayn's vicious glare. I wanted nothing more than to go back in that moment.

I felt a cold hand on my knee and froze. My breath hitched, and in that moment I understood what he meant by teasing me. He moved it upwards to my thigh and rubbed it.

"Boys, can you give us some privacy here please," Ron said with a raspy voice, stating it more than asking. They obeyed and went out of the room, leaving only me and Ron in the room which scared me more than anything. He moved his hand further up my thigh and came closer to my waist. He stopped. Then he looked at me and sighed.

"The fear in your eyes are ruining this," he said. I felt a hint of hope that he would stop and not go further. That was not the case. He went over to the table and into a box of things. Picking up a black tie, he went over to me again and tied it around my forehead. I shook my head violently and screamed.

"If you don't sit still, I will fucking put a gun to your empty head and pull the trigger, not one, not two, but three times, do you hear me??" He yelled.

I sobbed and nodded, tasting the salty tears in my mouth as he put the tie around my head, knotting it tightly in the back. It turned black, and I was fighting to keep it together and not pass out. His rough, cold hands went to my waist again and rubbed it gently. They slid down closer to my butt and up again to my waist. The sobs became louder and louder for every movement his hands made. Suddenly he moved quickly up from my waist to my breasts. I screamed and tried to shake him off. It was impossible. My eyes were soaking wet and they started hurting and burning from all the tears. He rubbed his hands on my breasts. I whined. It was awful.

Suddenly he stopped what he was doing and removed his hands from me, me being left unknown of what was going to happen next. He was quiet, which concerned me. I exhaled and inhaled rapidly and loudly. Turning my head in fear, the only color showing was black. I could see nothing. I could hear nothing. I could feel nothing. Physically. But mentally I was hurting and the pain was almost unbearable.

He started walking away from me with slow steps. I was still afraid, but eased up a bit more when I heard him move away from me. The door opened, and with a slam it was closed, and I was left there alone.