Abducted By Styles [IN RE-EDITING]

• F I F T Y - T H R E E •

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER: SMALL BUMP by ED SHEERAN

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4 weeks later...

C A R O L I N E

I am lost in a deep slumber due to how mentally and physically worn out I am. The past month has been crazy enough- a guard constantly entering the dark room to extract small amounts of blood from my body. No arrival of Harry either, and it kind of disappoints me. What if he isn't coming for me? However, the little hope inside me hasn't died yet.

It's been multiple days of insufficient food too. Just a glass of water a day with the goopy grey mixture for my meals which I throw up for some apparent reason.

I wouldn't be surprised if they fed me that to intentionally food poison me. Though, Melissa (She said she feels awfully old when people address formally) always manages to bring me back a little edible food which I chow down in the matter of seconds. My body is now feeble and irregularly thin.

Through my sleep, I hear the door creak open, footsteps scuffling closer and closer to me. "Boys, do your work." A familiar, snarly voice declares lowly. The voice seems so distant to me, as though everything is either echoey and out of reach, or underwater.

My heart thrashes against my insides rapidly but my limp, weak body cannot react. I'm not even sure if this is normal. My eyes can't open even though I'm screaming internally. Get up, idiot! Get up, something bad is sure to happen!

None of this moves me. It's like my body is forced to not respond. Like I'm paralyzed...but not quite. Suddenly, I feel a hard kick in the abdomen- leading me to whimper and curl up in pain. Wake up! Open your eyes and scream. Now the kicks are persistent, voices cackling evilly as tears stream down my unresponsive face.

"You. Slut." A grim voice- which now I recognize as Desmond's- snarls between stepping hard down on my stomach, other pains due to the pressure on my ankles and calves as well. "This was your master plan to have my son under your charm?" What is he talking about? Wake up and ask him the damn question! I curl up even more, feeling a fabric plastering my mouth.

"I'm going to make you feel so much pain right now!" He hisses as I feel a foot stomp down on my stomach on last time, sending an excruciating spark of pain through my body. My warm tears wet my face- I am helpless and alone, unable to scream. Nothing feels right at this moment...

I really hope it's all a dream.

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I wake up in the morning feeling a little woozy and dazed. My head is pounding as I'm sprawled out on the dusty, cold ground- there is a silk blanket lazily laid overtop of me. This wasn't on me last night.

What the hell happened?

I bring my hand up to rake through my hair, still lying down. My body is too sore and more weak than I last remembered it to be but I haven't got a clue why.

Unexpectedly, a harsh cramp twists inside my stomach making me grimace as I try to hold in the hurt sound that threatens to escape my mouth. But I can't avoid it when I let out a sharp yelp. I turn over to the other side, facing the wall and clutching my abdomen. Tears start to form at the corner of my eyes due to the unbearable pain.

Cursing under my rigid breath, I fling the blanket off of my body, sitting up sharply as I feel a thick wetness escape me. I instinctively snap my head down to glare in between my legs. I now realize that I'm sitting in a large pool of my own blood. Oh no, oh no, this is too much to be my period...