Just another Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 2

Only to find... Carter sitting in the front seat while Emma was tied up in the back with a bloody nose (which was bent oddly) and she had purple bruises all over her face. Carter evilly smirked an pulled out a gun. He motioned for me to get in the car. I carefully step over to the grey Kia and opened the door. I slid in next to Emma and untied her. "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!" Carter screeched. I put my hands up over my head and hung my head in shame. As I tried to look out the window to see where we're going, we stopped. I whipped my head around when Carter blindfolded me. I groaned in frustration and cried. I released all my emotions into one painful sob, which turned into a scream. A second later, a stinging feeling overcame my face. Damn it, he fucking hit a girl. What a soulless dickface (cause that's the only place where he'll ever get one!!!😂). We started moving again and I found myself dozing off into sleep...
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I shifted awake and noticed that I was no longer in a car but naked and tied up to a pole. Fuck. Carter was going to get his revenge on me from what went down in the apartment. My breathing quickened the second I heard footsteps and I yelped. An arm creaked the metal door open and a smirk flashed across his familiar face. I'm not losing my V-card to this son of a bitch. When his tall, broad figure was fully emerged from the narrow doorway, an African space whip was in his clutches. He inched closer to me and raised his arm back as if he were to pitch a baseball and I cringed. The whip connected with my sensitive skin and he repeated his painful actions. It felt as if it had been hours but really, 5 minutes. My body ached and I groaned. Carter viciously grabbed my waist (purposely dug his hand in a deep cut) and ripped his pants off. I screamed louder than I did at the 5 seconds of summer concert as he thrusted into me. I always thought I'd lose my virginity to my serious boyfriend that I loved or my husband on our honeymoon, not my disgusting excuse for an ex boyfriend who has kidnapped me and is raping me. I silently cried as he pulled out after he released and was sobbing when he left the room. I clutched my waist in pain and dozed off again.
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I was awake and in a bed with at least 3 large quilts engulfing me in their warmth. I lazily rolled out of bed and took in my surroundings, I was in an ivory coloured room with a flower painting hanging on the door. The ground had a fuzzy carpet that complimented the walls. I was wearing an oversized Nirvana t-shirt and Calvin-Klein boxers. I tip-toed to the door and carefully peered out into the narrow hallway. I could hear deep male voices that came from downstairs. I crept down the wooden stairs and screamed when I saw who were seated at the dining room table...