Taken... (A One Direction FanFic)

~Chapter 15~

My head does really hurt, but I'm not going to use the medicine right now. I'm going save these, for a more useful purpose... 

Well, I've been down here, in this basement type thing for, well I think a week. There is no clock in here though, so I can't tell. I have gained a few bruises, and I think a sprained wrist because I 'back talked' Collin, or I didn't want to do certain things he wanted me to... But I keep asking for medicine. He never watches me take it. So, I've been saving it.... That will be an easy death, overdosing medicine.. I'm not living in here for the rest of my life with him, and no one is even looking for me. There is a few small windows toward the ceilings, but I can't reach them to escape. Even if I manage to escape, where would I go? Not back to the guys... They aren't even trying to find me, which means they don't care about me... Not the police station to go back to my family that lied to me for my whole life.. Not to my real family who probably don't even remember me... Not out on the streets of London because Collin seemed to know my every move before, and I bet he will if I escape. Death is just an easier option... Sweet, blissful death.

Our 'wedding' is in a few days, so I have to go before then. Hey, atleast he gave me a guitar to entertain myself right? I already know how to play it...  And atleast he's only raped me like 4 times? But he slapped me when I started to tear up during the first time... I bet I have a distinct hand mark on my face.

From where I'm sitting I see something shining, directing sunlight off of it, on the opposite corner of the room, in my jacket. That's weird.. I don't remeber having anything in my jacket... I quickly crawl to the opposite side of the room and pull it out. You have got to be kidding me...

My phone. I had this the whole time I was here and didn't even notice?! I have no one to call though... Oh well... I turn it on to check my hair in the reflection. I'm very self concious... 

After a few minuites of attempting to fix it, and examining the blue hand mark on my face, I turn it off, (not all the way again) and slide it back into my jacket. I scurry back over to my guitar when I hear someone coming. Must be Collin again...

Strong, muscular arms pick me up, and slam me on the bed. "Hey, sexy. We are going to have some fun." I recongnize him to be James. Shit shit shit. He looks much stronger than Collin, much more able to hurt me. End my misery now....

"But... Collin said your not supposed to touch me.." I squeaked out, backing away from him on the bed.

"That's why we aren't going to tell Collin. Unless you want your little boy band friends, or that cute little family of yours to suffer the conciquence?" He taunted, his eyes getting dark with lust. I can't let someone else get hurt over me..... "That's what I thought." He said, and tied my hands and feet to the posts of the bed. Then he attached his hard chapped lips to mine. They tasted of beer and cigarettes. Eww.  He started throwing off my clothes, and his. I was shaking like crazy. I clamped my mouth shut when he tried to shove his tounge in. He got frusterated and squeezed my butt. In the split second I gasped, he shoved his tounge in my mouth. 

He started trailing wet kisses down my body. I feel so gross.... "Please stop.... You.... You ass!" I softly screamed out.

"What did you say to me girly?" He growled out. Then he gripped his hands around my neck and choked me.

"Can't.. Breathe!" I tried to cry out. Then everything went black.

I woke up, still tied to the bed. I feel like a boulder was dropped on me, and slowly rolled off. Then a bus ran me over, backed up and then hit me again. This is the most pain I've ever been in. He must of done that on purpose. Fucking douche.