I Can't Love My Kidnapper

Chapter One

Harry's P.O.V

I want her. Never mind want, I need her. Ever since I first saw her that one evening, I've wanted her. Her beautiful golden brown hair and hazel eyes. Her slender body. She was all around beautiful, and I want her. She was walking home from her friend's house the first time I saw her. We ran into each other on the street. She didn't think anything of it. For me, I was overcome with such a desire for her. She will be mine and I will stop at nothing to get her. Unfortunately for her, she left her window open.

Madison's P.O.V

It's so hot! It's mid August and it's the hottest it's been in years. I went over to my bedroom window and opened it, hoping it would help with the heat. I flipped on the ceiling fan and crawled into bed. I slept with just the sheets on me, it was too gosh dang hot! I ended up falling into a restless sleep.

~*~

I woke up to the sound of glass shattering. I sat up and bed and looked around. I moved my hair out of my face so I could see. My room was dark, except for the shaft of moonlight coming from my window.

The next thing I saw scared the hell out of me. A tall figure stepped into the moonlight. I couldn't make out their face. It was obviously a male. He had long curly hair and was incredibly fit.

He started to move towards me. I scooted back against the headboard of my bed. "Pl-please don't hurt me," I managed to squeak out.

I heard the man chuckle. "Oh sweetheart, I intend to do much more than hurt you," he said in a sickeningly sweet tone.

I shook in fear as the man crawled onto the bed and pinned me against the headboard. "You're finally mine," he whispered into my ear. He leant down and kissed my neck gently. "Try not to struggle, it'll be easier on the both of us,"

A rag was then shoved over my mouth and noes. It has some strong chemical on it that made me gag when I took a breath. I started to become woozy.

"Sweet dreams love," the man said before I passed out.

~*~

I woke up shivering. Wherever I was, it was freezing. I was laying on a hard, wet surface. My head was pounding. Where am I? I sat up and rubbed my head. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a basement. My ankle was handcuffed to a water pipe. I looked myself over. My hair was a wreck, my pajamas from last night covered in dirt.

"Hello?" I called weakly.

"Finally," I heard someone grumble. I looked over at where the voice came from. A man sat in a wooden chair. He had brown hair and bright blue eyes. He had tattoos up his arms and wore all black. Beside him sat a girl. She hand long brown hair with dyed teal tips. She had deep brown eyes that looked at me with pity. She wore a black tank top and ripped, black, jean shorts. No shoes.

"Wh-who are you? Where am I?" I asked him.

He stood up. "I am Louis," he said. "and Harry will explain the rest,"

"Harry?"

"The one who brought you here," he then turned to the girl. "Shelby, get her cleaned up the take her to Harry,"

Shelby nodded. "Yes love," she said and stood up.

Louis kissed her cheek and left. Shelby came over to me and unlocked the handcuff around my ankle.

"Please don't try to run, I don't want to be punished," she said. I noticed as she reached down to unlock the cuffs, she had the letters L.T. tattooed on her right shoulder, along with thousands of tiny scars on her back that looked like they came from a whip. What have I been dragged into?

Shelby helped me up. She held my wrist tightly and led me out of the room we were in. It led out into a dark hallway. At one end was a staircase that led up to what I assume is the main floor.

She walked me down to a door and opened it. Inside was a bathroom.

"Those clothes on the sink are for you. Try to look nice. The better you look, the less painful the beatings are," Shelby said before shutting the door and locking it.

I was alone in the bathroom. Beatings? What does that mean? Why am I here? Who is Harry?

I shook my head and got into the shower. The warm water relaxed my muscles. Once I was done, I got out and got dressed in the clothes that were left for me. They were the same clothes Shelby had on. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and knocked on the door. Shelby opened it and took my wrist again.

She led me up the stairs. It opened up into a living room. Sitting on the sofa was a guy with short brown hair and brown eyes and a girl with long brown hair and blue eyes. She wore the same outfit as Shelby and I. On her right shoulder, she had the letters L.P. tattooed into her skin. She had scars on her back too, and her legs, and her arms. Like someone took a knife and just kept cutting her.

"That's Liam and Maddie," Shelby said.

Liam gave me a small wave and Maddie gave me a sad smile. Shelby then dragged me up another staircase. It led up to a hallway. She showed me to the last door on the hallway. Carved into the wooden door was the name Harry.

I heard Shelby sigh. "Good luck," she said. She knocked on the door. When it opened my eyes met deep emerald ones. It was the man from last night. An evil smirk played on his lips. I finally got a good look at him. He had dark brown hair that cascaded in long curls to his shoulders. He had tattoos on his arms and I could see a few on his chest peeking out from under his shirt. He was really fit.

"Thank you, Shelby. You may go," he said to Shelby.

She bowed her head. "Yes Harry," she said and walked down the hallway.

Harry smirked at me and pulled me roughly into his room. He pinned me to the wall.

"Finally, you're mine," he sneered.

A/N:

Hi! Thanks for reading! Means a lot to me! Hope you stick around!

P.S:

Hey Madison, I hope you like it!