~Liam's P.O.V~
After Sasha left to get the door I sat still for a while my jaw throbbing and my leg gushing blood. I heard the door open downstairs and decided to listen in. When the voices on the other side of the door spoke I would've jumped for joy if I was able to. Three of the people talking had British accents and the final had a Irish accent. Harry, Louis, Zayn and Niall were here! I tried to call out but my gag muffled my cries. I heard them come inside and knew what I had to do. I started pushing my chair with my feet and after a few attempts I pushed the chair over on it's side and fell over, me along with it. I screamed into the gag when I landed on my wrist. I struggled to free myself when the door opened I looked up expectantly hoping it was one of the guys but it was Sasha who glared at me, realized I had fallen and laughed and I knew I would pay for my actions. It was only 10 minutes later whe Sasha appeared in the doorway she shut the door leaving it dark. I felt the ropes and gag fall to the floor and I jumped up. "Time to play a game. You have 60 seconds to hide from me in the dark. The doors are locked, I have knives and I will stab you if I find you. Go." Sasha finished speaking and a timer started. My eyes widened as I realized this was life or death she could easily stab me somewhere fatal. I silently ran to the bed and hid underneath it.The timer went off as I was sliding my hand under when a blade stuck in it. I covered my mouth with my other hand to stop myself from screaming and tried to pull my hand under the bed but the knife was stuck to the floor through my hand. I uncovered my mouth and pulled the knife out of the ground as quietly as I could. When I finally freed my hand I was in serious pain and tears hug off my face. "I smell blood..." Sasha purred in the darkness. I clutched my hand, wiped my tears and pulled the knife under the bed. I hid it in the corner so I could use it later if needed be. I was peeking out to see if she was coming when Sasha pushed her foot down on my hand and I yelled out in pain. She dragged me out by my arm and punched me in the face. She flicked on the lights and chained me to the bed. She quickly stripped and walked over to the bed, knife in hand. I fought her as she slid my boxers down and smirked. "I didn't want to rush you but you did this to yourself." She sat down on the foot of the bed between my spread legs and put a condom on me and did indescribable things and I hated it all. 20 minutes later she finished with a squeeze to my butt letting her sharp nails dig into my skin making me cry out in pain, unchained me and left. As soon as she was gone I pulled my clothes on and I cried, full out like a little girl. I just wanted my life back.
~The Next Day~
I woke up and went to the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Tears, dried blood and bruises covered my face and to top it off I had a black eye and a fat lip. My body was a whole other story, I felt used and I was covered in blood, deep cuts and bruises, I'm pretty sure my left wrist was fractured from falling in the chair and Sasha's foot and the same hand had been hit with the knife last night. I bandaged my wounds, remembered the knife and retrieved it from under the bed. I walked over to the door and began to pick the lock. After what seemed like years but was only minutes the lock clicked and I opened the door. I stepped out warily. I heard Sasha banging around in the kitchen downstairs and descended the steps. "HEY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!" She screamed when she saw me and I ran her in hot pursuit, I was slower than usual becuase of my leg though. I reached the front door and ran outside but the neighborhood was abandoned. She caught up to me and held a damp white cloth to my mouth and nose. I escaped her grip but became dizzy I fell to the ground and tried to crawl away but it all faded black and I was pulled into unconsciousness again.
