Only a Player's Game

6

I wake up extremely sore, my legs feeling like jello. I crack my eyes open to a dimly lit room, not the room I fell asleep in. It was a fancy room but not Harry's room.

I stumble my way to the door seeing a note saying "we will be back -harry" I tear down the note my vision going blurry. He fucked me then left.

I twist the door handle. Locked.

"Shit!" My screams were muffled from my sobs. I gave myself to him and he just leaves!

I feel a warm liquid running down my leg. I don't even wanna look. I go to the built in bathroom and clean myself up then finally decide to lay down and rest.

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When I wake up I see Michael making his way into my room. "We have breakfast ready" he smiles warmly at me and holds his hand out to help me up. I get up and walk with him downstairs.

When I'm finally downstairs I get greeted to several slaves and many slave owners. Harry sits at the end, just staring at his hands in his lap.

I take in a big a breath and sit by Michael. Breakfast was ate silently, nobody wanting to break the silence.

"So Emma, how are you liking it here" I turn my head to where the voice came from. Louis.

"It's been fine" I mumble the words and turn my face to my empty plate.

"How's Harry?" I look up and finally make eye contact with Harry.

"He's fine" I don't regret what happened I'm just hoping Harry doesn't either.

"He sure has a pretty house" Louis looks around and smirks.

The maid soon enters and asks if we are finished. We all silently nod and stand to our feet. I'm hurting so bad, mentally and physically.

"Ladies head back to the car we are leaving. As for Emma you stay" the intercom buzzes throughout the entire house. I groan and figure that it will just be me and Harry.

I decide to help the maid and get dishes for her. I clean most of them and head towards Harry's plate noticing he hasn't ate anything.

I frown and enter the kitchen.

"Oh sweetie, you didn't have to do this!" She smiles warmly and grabs the plates. I smile back and go to get the rest.

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The day seemed to go so fast. The sun set in a blink of an eye and I finally realized I was getting tired. The entire day I had been helping the maid named Judy. She was so kind, maybe my only friend here.

I stumble my way into my room lazily putting on nightwear. I yawned and crawled into my bed my mind flickering with images of my best night.

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-Next morning-

I stretched out on my bed feeling comfy. Although I hated it here I loved the beds. I got up praying this would be a good day.

"Good morning!" I get greeted with a perky Michael and a smiling Liam.

"Good morning" I smile back and give them both a hug.

"Have you talked to Harry lately?"

I shake my head and ask "why?"
Just his name being said already had me all flustered.

"He's like a walking vegetable. I swear sometimes he's dead" Michael laughs. My heart drops and I instantly wanna run into Harry arms and let him sweep me off my feet. But I can't.

I push past them and start walking down stairs till I run into the all to familiar green orbs. Harry.

My breathing stopped and I couldn't look up. I could feel his heated stare. I impulsively put my hand on his broad chest.

"Sorry" I move to the side my eyes never meeting his.

I stop when my arm is jerked back. My body is left against his chest and his breath is rolling down my neck.

"I love you" he lets go and walks along. I'm stuck there, sweating.