Our Princess

Past

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Louis' s POV

He is here.

I could sense his presence and his disgusting pheromones filled my nose. I want to protest. I want just go away and hide somewhere safe.

My body felt like lead. I want to lift my hand and slap him but it was like my body and my brain were not coordinating. I tried to move but something was forcing me to fall unconscious again.

No I cannot be unconscious, if I fall asleep... No Louis. No, please I need to stay awake. But drugs in my body hazzed my mind. I felt him next to unmoving body. He rubbed his short, stubby finger on my face. I want to shrug him off but I couldn't.

He lifted my wrists and tied them tightly enough to threaten circulation. Next morning there will be purple marks of ripe on my wrists. By a lot of efforts I was able to open my eyes. His ugly ass face was hovering over me and his eyes were mocking my helpless state. I want to spit on his face. But I couldn't. I was helpless.

I felt him tying my legs with same tightness. I was now spread open without any chances of help and escape. Tears rolled my eyes as he shrewdly cut my clothes with scissors. As scissor moved, I want its blade digging in my skin constantly reminding me of my powerlessness.

I want just escape. I tried to pleade him with my eyes to have mercy on me. He seemed to understand what I was trying to pleade. But he just let out a disgusting, laugh, enjoying my state of despair. He removed my shirt and moved towards my pant.

I could help my tears clogging up my throat as I wished with my entire existence to stop him. If there existed a god, then I prayed to him to save me from this cruel reality. I closed my eyes as there was nothing much I could do except pray.

He cut my pants and my underwear. My heart clenched when he looked at my private parts with lust. I want to scream at top of my voice and kick him for my defence. But before, I could gather up the courage to do this...

  I gasped awake. I tried to catch my breath as my mind till refused to believe that it was just a dream. I looked around my room trying to convince that it was just a dream. But actually it was not a dream but it was a nightmare that I went through 3 years ago.

Suddenly my door opened and in came worried Niall. He seemed out of  breath like he ran hurried up. He run and hugged me. I hugged him as tight as I could as if I was afraid that he will vanish somewhere. I was still in trance of nightmare, it felt so real. I still felt his touch, his cold eyes raking my helpless body.

I could not stay strong so I broke down in Niall's arms. Niall didn't asked anything just rubbed my back soothingly. Somehow, just his presence made me feel safe. This was not the first time, I was having this nightmare. But, every single time it still freaked me out.

After a while, I calmed down. Niall just rubbed his fingers on my palm drawing random designs. Then he asked, "Was it the same one?" I nodded as still felt my throat clogged with tears. I wanted to tell everything to Niall and words came out of my mouth in gibberish.

"It is always the same one. They all start with him coming to room and me lying drugged on bed." Niall nodded as he understood what I felt. I sometimes  wondered what would have happened if that day Niall didn't came to my rescue. I was forever grateful of Niall for that. He was like a angel to my rescue.