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Clara.

"Hi baby girl," Luca whispers, cupping my cheek. I can't even move I'm so drugged. He kisses my forehead and I roll over, his hand grabbing my waist.

"You're beautiful, doll. My beautiful little toy," he grins, my eyes releasing more tears. This is the worst outcome of anything. Why does my life suck?

He stands up and I wish more than anything I can talk. He's taped my mouth and I can't even scream for help. I'm helpless; literally a doll.

"What can I get you to eat?" he asks, my body shaking. He just plates something gross on the plate and takes the tape off, feeding me before I can scream. I finish and the tape is back on, my body pushed back on the bed.

I've been tortured for God knows how long, and I want to get out. I'm so weak and drugged.

"I'll be right back puppet," he says, walking out of the room. I hear him shuffling around and I close my eyes, my hands sore from the ropes. I never thought this would happen to me.

I hear a knock on the door and silence fills the apartment. My breathing is hitched in my throat and I stay still like always, waiting to hear who it is.

"Police, open up!"

Then banging on the door begins. Luca is nowhere in sight and then the door is kicked down.

"You son of a bitch!"

The voice is immediately recognizable as Harry's and my body tries to move but I can't. I try to scream, but nothing works.

It's minutes before anyone comes into the room and the first one to see me is an officer. I cry and then he calls Harry, my body shaking at my tears. The officer moves and Harry walks in, my heart beating faster. He shuts the door and he rushes to me, his hands cupping my face.

"Oh my God, Clara. My beautiful girl," he shakes, his eyes filling with tears. He pulls the tape off of my lips and kisses my forehead.

"I'm so sorry," he sniffles, my head leaning on his. He unties my hands and wraps my arms around his neck, lifting me. An officers stands outside and hands him a blanket, wrapping me in it. He carries me outside and into the back of the cop car, his arms not loosening around me.

"Miss...you," I barely get out, my system not functioning right. I have so much going on right now that I don't even know. All I know is Harry is here and I'm safe.

"I missed you so fucking much, Clara. I'm so sorry I left for so long."

I decide to leave out the girls he was with because it was probably nothing. I'm just happy he came back to me, despite the circumstances.

My eyes close and I bury my face in his neck, his arms cradling me close. I'm lifted but I don't open my eyes, knowing Harry won't let anything hurt me further.

Voices are muffled and I'm laid down, my eyes opening to see Harry above me. He looks so upset and I can't seem to find the words. I just take his hand and he leans down, resting his head beside mine.

"D-Don't let go," I whisper, not wanting him to leave my side. He leans over and kisses my cheek.

"Never," he whispers, my hand holding his as best as I can.

I spend the next few minutes getting hooked up to an IV drip, my body extremely sore. They do a check up and Harry stays beside me the entire time, my eyes barely able to stay open.

An officer comes in as I'm trying to sleep and I as Harry to help me sit. He does so and sits beside me the whole time, my body resting on his.

"We need you to tell us what happened," the officer says, my hand holding Harry's hands tightly.