What If [ Harry Styles ]

Enough...

ABIGAIL'S POV

I slowly wake up, my eyes try it's hardest to open and stay that way. Once my eyes are completely open, I take the time out to examine the place I'm in my eyes move all along the once white walls, blood stains now slowly start to take over the white. My eyes find many things in the room, toys for adults, things I would never be able to tell you what they were for I don't even have the knowledge for it yet. I hear to guys talking, my heart starts to gain speed as I remember that deep nasty Irish accent, another voice following along sounding oh so familiar. I listen closely once I hear yelling, my eyes go big my heart starts to pump my arms and legs try to move but once again as before I am strapped down to a bed, a bed that I wish not to see nor to know or hear the stories that lies within it...

"Help!!" I scream, not loud enough. I go to scream again, that's when I realize there's been something blocking my mouth. I look down as much as my eyes would allow, a black giant muzzle is what I would call is strapped around my mouth, not silencing me but to muffle me. I take a deep breath trying to rid the tears so I could continue screaming.

"Helllpp!! Dad!! Help! Please!" I scream once more, the voices stop and I quickly listen but then realize he probably heard something and wanting to make sure it wasn't just a 'useless human' as he calls them.

"Hellllppp!! Daddy!!! Help me!!" I scream into the silence, still silent as the night.

"Please!" I scream, the burning in my throat as the tears build up. The tears now flow down my once full cheeks... Two weeks I have been in here, I am starving in need of water, and a restroom to properly clean myself. I've had to wee on myself just so my insides won't explode, I have done nothing but begged and pleaded for anyone to allow me to a restroom... I have piss and shit all over me, not by choice they put so many things in me that I have had the runs and I was never able to get to a toilet, they would laugh in my face they fucked me beat me until I couldn't breath. They chocked me almost to my near death, I just want out. I want to go back home and be a sex slave for my father instead, he never made me go through this before...

"No!!" I screamed once I couldn't hear anymore voices and the door slammed shut. The next thing I knew was that there was a different guy who walked in, I closed my eyes unable to even watch what he would do to me. By my surprise he unhooked me from the chains taking off the muzzle, I lay there eyes still closed.

"Get the fuck up!" He yelled making me jump to my feet, I looked down to see shit and piss all over me along with some other stuff I'd rather not remember. I smelled and I was sick looking. He raised his hand in the air making me and my naked body finch, only this time he handed me a towel. I examined the towel, is he going to beat me with it? Suffocate me?

"Take the fucking towel! Go shower!" He yelled at me, I flinched from the loudness of his voice. I have never seen this man around here before...

"Where?" I asked, but it came out as a whisper.

"Down the hallway to the left, there is a bathroom and a shower." He said still holding out the towel. I didn't move still cold and afraid, his facial expressions changed from angered to a soften face. He walked behind me causing me to flinch once again, Jesus Abby get your shit together. I tried to convince myself, the man behind me gently places the nice warm towel over me covering my body.

"I'm not here to hurt you. Okay?" He said with a more softer tone. I slowly nod my head staring at the floor. He then takes my arm gently pulling me, a realization just came to me... When he said shower? Does he mean with him? Oh no, please no. He keeps pulling my arm, my body has no physical ability to move I haven't eaten nor hydrated in a while I have no possible way of fighting him if I really tried anyways. We get down the hallway making a left to a door, he takes a key unlocking it he hold the door open for me I'm guessing to enter it. I close my eyes and enter the room, my breathing starts to pick up with panic. What is going to happen? Is he acting nice just to turn around and drowned me? Or to fuck me until I am dead? I start to panic a lot more, I feel hands being placed on my now bare shoulders realizing I dropped my towel the hands where big, rough and smelly the complete opposite compared to Harry's hands. I start to cry in fear, hurt and desperation. I'm terrified as to what is going to happen here, I'm hurt all over my body and in my heart, I'm desperate for Harry to barge through the door and kill every man that has touched me... I feel the warmth of the towel once again join me.