Alone *One Direction Fanfic*

Chapter 36

Chapter 35 Summary:

Harry finds the video of Kai getting raped. Paul informs Harry that Kai is being tracked down of her location but as soon as her captor finds out she is the girlfriend of a popstar they can't stay put. He warns her, they will move place to place to be done being found.

KAI'S POV

Three weeks and two days is how long I've been with my captor. I've still yet to know his name, although I don't want to know him. Only maybe his name so that way I can stop calling him my captor.

I've noticed a pattern. We travel to another motel or abandoned house, record a video, upload the video, and leave the next day. We've done this four times since I've been here and I honestly can say I'm so used to it. I know when it's time to record, I know when he's planning to do it. First he'll bring me my food and give me about ten minutes to eat. Then he'll arrive and place the camera at a certain corner of the room. Next he records raping me, he leaves. Then in about a few hours he uploads it for the whole world to see and then we leave so we don't get tracked. It's like a repetitive action that I've grown sick of.

Ever since he found out that Harry is my boyfriend, or should I say ex? I'm not really sure where we stand at the moment but I just wish he was here with me. Actually no, I take that back. I wish I was with him so we didn't have to be here. I guess you could say I've forgiven him?... Even though he hasn't apologized but I hadn't given him the time to apologize, but maybe that chance has been thrown down the well. What if that was the last time I was able to hear his voice? The voice that gave me hope.

Suddenly I fully realized, if Harry were to come waltzing through the door I would go back without any hesitation. I don't even give a shit that he cheated on me, it's not like I could stay mad at him for long. I mean, he gave me so much joy and meaning to my sorry life. So it's not like one bump in the rode could stop us. But it sucks, because my captor was like the spikes under our tires.

Anyways, ever since he found out about me being Harry's girlfriend he's been breathing down my neck. Making sure we aren't being followed and photographed. Although we don't have to worry about that.

I was able to take a glimpse of myself in a reflection, and let's say I don't look pretty or anything how I used to before. I'm almost unrecognizable. 

I feel numbness to my body. I do what my captor says but with descretion. When he tells me to not hold back from being raped, I don't but at the same time, I don't give him pleasure back. Actually what he gives me isn't pleasure in the slightest. It's digsusting and cruel actions towards me and my emotions and I'm tired of it. I wish I could just die already. 

The only thing that keeps me going is hope.

Hope that Harry will come find me. 

But after week two, I've lost most of my hope that he was even looking. 

Right now we were currently staying at a run down motel. He just raped and recorded yesterday, so I doubt we will have to do it again today. I just knew we would be leaving in a few hours because he said he was uploading it when I last saw him. As if on cue he walked through the door.

There he stood, my captor. He's hideous, old, fat, and stubby. His breath smells of alcohol and his body of smoke.

"We're leaving." He informed me.

I've stuck to my deal to never let him hear me talk. I've given him the silent treatment, and not once have I said a word to him or around him.  It would aggrevate him but I never fought back so I guess he decided he was lucky considering others would try to escape. I'm not sure why I just don't have the courage to try and leave.