Kidnapped

Chapter 2

I opened my eyes slowly, praying that it had all been just a dream. But when I looked around, I was still in the same dismal tan room I was in before. I groaned and flopped back down on the bed.
"Something wrong, princess?" someone asked.
I looked over to see blondie sitting on the edge if the bed.
"Yes, I'm being held captive by nine random guys and I'm apparently going to be sold to another random guy."
The boy put his hand over his heart in mock hurt.
"You wound me princess. 'Random guys'? We are much more than that."
"Then why don't you tell me your names, blondie?" you snapped at him.
He smirked.
"Sure princess. Get dressed and we'll tell you." That's when I noticed the golden shirt and jeans lying on the bed next to him. I looked up at the boy.
"Fine, get out then. And stop calling me princess."
But the boy didn't leave, just turned around and looked at his phone. I sighed and quickly slipped the jeans on. The top was a silky golden halter top. I pulled it on and tried to ignore the low cut back.
Blondie turned back around and his smirk slipped away. His blue eyes sparkled with something that looked like desire but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. I shivered at the thought of this boy desiring me. My eyes traveled down his body. He was wearing a white tank top that revealed his arms. He wasn't very muscular but he was still broad in that way that boys had and his shoulders were still strong looking, enough that I could imagine myself holding on to him as he kissed his way down my neck.
Mentally I shook myself. This was not a good person. No way should I think of him, or any of them, like that.
"Let's go princess," Blondie said, reaching out to grab my arm to pull me towards the door. Seeing what he wanted to do, I moved my arm back enough so that he got the message. His eyes flashed again, this time with what I thought was hurt, but again it was gone before I could look closer.
Blondie turned around and walked towards the door and I followed quickly since I had nowhere else to go.
We walked out into an equally as bland hallway down, past several doors, toward where I could hear boys laughing. We entered a spacious living room, which had clearly been decorated by boys. There were several large plush couches and a massive tv hanging across from it, with 3 or 4 different gaming consoles under it. Some of the boys, including the two dark haired boys(one I had decided to call bad boy because of his looks, the other I hadn't decided yet) and purple hair, were completely absorbed in the game and didn't even look up when we walked in. Curly and lip piercing did though. As soon as they saw me they stopped talking. One by one, each of the boys stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I grew uncomfortable as all these attractive boys stared at me. Some of them openly appraised my body, while others were a bit more reserved.
"What are you all staring at?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
I felt someone move up behind me. Blondie had come up behind me and slide my hands my my arms to my shoulders.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "you look quite lovely in this color... Maya. They can't help themselves. And neither can I."
Blondie's hands slid back down my shoulders to rest on my waist. He played with the hem of the shirt, his fingers occasionally brushing against the skins of my hips.
My eye lids flutter and I leaned back slightly into his touch. I heard his slight intake of breath and that jerked me out of my daze. I quickly stepped away from him.
"Don't touch me," I snarled at him, but he only smiled and winked.
Blondie went and sat on the couch.
"She called us random guys. I thought we should at least tell her our names," he told the other boys, "I'm Niall."
"Harry," said Curly.
"I'm Luke," lip piercing said.
"Zayn, baby," bad boy said. I glared at him.
Purple hair was Micheal, Muscles was Liam, the other dark haired boy was Calum, the other brunette was Louis and bandana boy was Ashton.
"Why don't you come sit with us, beautiful?" Ashton asked, patting the seat next to him. Michael, Calum and Zayn had returned to their video game and Niall grabbed a controller and joined them. I moved over and sat down on the edge of the couch. I let my eyes wander the room, looking for any doors that I could use to escape from.
Ashton's arm slid around my shoulders and he pulled me back against his chest.
"If you're looking for a way out, beautiful, you should know that if you even tried we'd all bring you back. We worked too hard to get you, we won't let you go that easy."
I was leaned back against his solid chest and I could feel his heart beating steadily against my back. Ashton's hand cupped my shoulder and his thumb was drawing small circles. On the screen, Calum's character died and his section turned black. He threw down his controller and leaned back against my legs, where they hung off the couch. Calum looked up at me and smirked.
"Sexy," he said, one of his hands slowly traveling up my leg. He drew figure eights on the inside of my thigh.
I was shaking slightly as these boys ran their fingers over me softly. My eyes closed, I didn't want these boys to see how much they were affecting me.
"Boys," I heard Louis say, sharply.
I opened my eyes again. The two boys pulled away reluctantly. My mind was still a little foggy but quickly it cleared and I realized what had they had been doing. I jumped up off the couch.
"Do not touch me again!"
"I didn't hear you complaining, sexy," Calum said, smirking and picking up his controller.
"Girls never complain," Ashton replied, picking the book he had been reading back up, "they're usually asking for it anyway."
There was a very loud crack and all the boys looked up. Ashton was holding his face and I was breathing very hard. I could feel my face turn to stone with anger.
"I did not ask for you to touch me. I did not ask for you to kidnap me. And I did not ask to be raped either. No girl is ever asking for it. Ever," I said, angrily.
They all looked up at me with shocked expressions and Ashton was still holding his face. I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I wiped it away angrily.
"Maya, I.." Ashton started.
"No forget it. Just leave me alone," I said, turning and leaving the living room.
I ran down the hallway and into the first room I saw. It was another bedroom this even barer and cleaner than mine but I didn't even care whose room this was. I feel face first on the bed and began to sob very loudly.
Slowly, I don't know when, I fell back asleep. Thankfully, I sank into the darkness and didn't even wake up when Liam walked into the room and say down at the desk across from the bed.

***(A/N) please don't be mad about the rape joke. I don't think Ashton really thinks that way. Don't kill me.***