Hostage (a One Direction story)

Chapter One

AN: WARNING. THIS IS A MATURE STORY. No, there will not be any sex, but there is some innappropriate stuff. And lots of cursing. Lots and lots of cursing. I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible, so, yes, I would curse a lot if I got kidnapped. 

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

My name is Jae Rivers, I'm fifteen years old, and I'm too young to die.

***

My breathing comes in panicked gasps as I sprint wildly through the streets of Washington, D.C. I can hear my pursuers panting on my heels, spitting curses and shouting threats as I run for my life.

Terror spikes through me, it's icy fingers gripping my heart tightly. I can't breathe, I can't think, I'm going to die, these men are going to kill me, they're going to rape me, I'm going to die. My step falters and I stumble slightly. Not that much, but enough. A hand wraps around my upper arm and I shriek, hitting at my captor. A few of my blows land, but they have virtually no effect. Another man grabs my arm as I struggle, kicking and screaming as loud as I possibly can.

"Shut that bitch up," growls a voice in my ear, and I yell even louder, hoping, praying someone will hear me.

A gloved hand covers my mouth, choking off my cry, and I bite down, as hard as I can, feeling a grim satisfaction as the man yelps and yanks his hand back. I kick him as hard as I can in the balls. The pleasure only lasts a moment before a fist slams hard into my side, knocking the breath out of me in an explosive woof as I double over in pain, unable to find the air to cry out.

Before I can catch my breath, a damp rag is pressed tightly against my nose and mouth. Suddenly, it's a really good idea to just lie down and take a nap. I'm soooo tired, and my head must weigh a thousand pounds. Just a quick nap and...No! No, no, no, no, NO! Cries a tiny corner of my brain. Don't fall asleep! Get up, fight! Run away! I consider that option, weighing it against the option of a nap. My body quickly decides for me, sending me adrift in a blissfully dark oblivion of sleep.

***

"Wake up," hisses a voice in my ear.

"Mmmf, five more minutes," I mutter tiredly, trying to roll over.

My eyes fly wide open when I realize that I can't move - my arms and legs are tied tightly to a cold, hard surface. A choked yell rises up in my chest and I thrash about, the physical confinement filling me with an unreasonable fear.

"Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!" I scream uncontrollably, tears leaking out of my eyes as I watch the man chuckle cruelly.

His eyes are a dark brown, menacing and brutal. His jet black hair is spiky and short, in stark contrast to his pale skin. His muscles bulge slightly out from his plain black t-shirt, and his hard jaw is clenched in a smirk.

"Morning, princess," he laughs.

I sob even louder, the cries torn from my chest in painful, wrenching howls. "P-p-p-please d-d-d-d-don't h-hurt me!" I blubber, tears streaming out of my dark blue eyes.

"Oh, that depends, honey," he says, pulling lightly on a strand of my hair. "On whether or not a certain group cooperates or not."

"W-w-w-what?" I stutter. "Wh-who? A-a-a-and why m-m-m-meeee?" my last word draws out into a gasp of pain as he yanks hard on my brown locks.

"Too many questions, dear. I am, after all, the one with the upper hand," he laughs. "Or are we forgetting who is the one tied to the table, hmm?"

I shake my head, eyes wide with terror. "N-n-no, p-please," another sob chokes its way out of my throat and I wish desperately that I could move my hands, so as to punch this asshole right in his sneering face.

"Hate to burst your bubble," he says condescendingly, dangling a finger in front of my face. "But 'please' isn't going to get you anywhere,"

I yell in frustration and snap at his finger, my teeth closing just centimeters from his flesh. He jumps back and glares at me.

"Oh, you'll pay for that, you little bitch. It's going to be fun, disciplining you."

I shake in dread, wishing I had never tried to bite him, wishing I had never decided to go out on a walk that night, wishing that I had never been born. His fist hits me hard in the jaw, snapping my neck sideways and slamming my aching cheek into the cold stone.

I won't scream. I won't cry. I won't give him that pleasure. I bite my lip and look him in the eye, unflinching. My defiance doesn't seem to faze him.

"Don't worry, love. I'll break you, you'll see. It'll be easy, like snapping a twig in half."

I roll my eyes, hoping to disguise the fear hidden in them. "Gee, you certainly are brave, hitting a tied up girl half your size, huh?" If I can trick him into untying me, maybe I can escape.

He laughs. "You think you can get me to untie you, little girl?"His finger trails down my stomach and I shiver in disgust, flipping like a fish out of water.

"Get off! Don't touch me, you slimy bastard!" I shriek. He only laughs again, tracing patterns on my stomach through my thin shirt.

He's going to rape me. I haven't even had my first kiss, and he's going to rape me. Holy shit. Help me. Help me! I start to cry as he walks his fingers up to my chest, lingering there for several moments.

"P-p-p-please, d-d-d-d-don't I-I..." I can't speak, my throat blocked by the thick knot growing there as the man continues to explore my body with his hands.

His fist closes around the top of my thin t-shirt, and in a moment, he's torn it open, exposing my lacy black bra. I start to panic, hyperventilating, black dots swarming my vision. I hear a high keening in my ears and after a moment realize that it's me, screaming. The man grunts and yanks my head up by my hair. Using my shirt, he fashions an efficient gag and ties it tightly around my mouth.

I can't stop crying now, pure fear and dread flooding through me as he once more begins to brush his filthy fingers across my chest. "So beautiful," he murmurs, and I sob. "So perfect,"

I struggle soundlessly, fighting to get him off of me, desperation lending me strength as I thrash about. A hard slap knocks my head to the side.

"Don't struggle," he growls. "It'll just make it worse."

This slimy, disgusting asshole was going to rape me. He was going to steal my virginity. He was going to -

"NATE!" yells a voice, loud and commanding.

The man jumps, quickly moving away from me, looking guilty. "Mark? You - you weren't supposed to be back until -"

"Nate, you ass!" shouts the voice. "Didn't I tell you, we can't touch her until after?!!"

A man stalks into view, his brown hair in a disarray, his grey eyes snapping ice as he glares at Nate. "You said, you said I could hit her, though! Discipline her!" protests Nate, holding his hands up.

"Did I say you could fucking rip her shirt off and fucking touch her boobs?!" Hisses Mark. "That's only unless they don't agree, you fucking idiot!"

Nate glances at me and I can still see a spark of desire in his eyes. "Alright, Mark, keep your pants on. I won't touch her anymore. "

I tremble. After? After what? What are they going to do to me? I can't think, I can hardly breathe. My vision fades in and out until finally, blissfully, I sink into darkness. 

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