STOLEN(Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

I didn't dare speak as the man used his left hand to eat from his Pretzel bag, and his right to hold a small knife pointed at my neck. The door from my seat was locked on the outside, so there was no escaping.

"What's your name" he asked as he twerlled the knife in the air making me flitch. I couldn't help but notice his British accent.

"W-why should I tell you" he huffs a laugh before grabbing my face with his pretzle hand and pulling it closer to him.

"You know, I've always hated girls who asked too many damn questions " he places the flat side of the knife on my left cheek "Your name, baby. And don't make me have to ask you again" he whispers in my ears.

Should I tell him my name? "Uh-Um, my name ?" he rolls his eyes before sitting back.

"Um, it's uh" Think of a name already Elaina, think! "V-Vanessa"

his naturally pink lips curled up into a smirk. "Well that's a very pretty name," his eyes studied me for a second, it made me so freaking nervous,"For a lier"

"Do you know why I took you "Vanessa " "       yep. He definitely just used quotes.

I shook my head,"No"

"Are you sure" he brushes the bottom of his chin with his thumb as I nodded,"Well, I actually took you so I could fuck you, hard. " my breath hitched in the back of my throat .

"You see, my boss wanted me to go out and relax and do something fun. He wanted me to rape girls around your age." I wasn't staring at those cold piercing green eyes of his anymore, I was staring blankly ahead as I cried. Did he care? Hell no,"Alright, here's my offer. I'll let you keep whatever it is that you have down there because I don't rape women. But, that doesn't mean that I don't kill them. "

he cups my cheek with his free hand and came really close. Close enough for me to see his face underneath the little street above his big car.

"Why don't we make a deal," he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine,"I'll let you go free-"

he tugs the free hair in my face to the back of my ear. Calm down Elaina, don't freak out.

"-if you do a little something for me" he says before laying a dangerous kiss just a few inches away from my lips. I pushed at his chest a little, just to keep our distances.

"W-what do you want " he smiles. Not the good kind of smiles.

He sits back again, making it hard for me to see his up areas, including his face. He then does something that scared the crap out of me. He placed the knife on his stomach and played with his belt. What was he up to.

After he unbuckled his black skinny jeans, he slipped his hand into his pants, causing me to panic. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to rape me? Of course not, he said he wouldn't. But how am I so sure that I can trust him, the guy who freaking attacks me while walking home.

Just like he slipped his hand in he slipped it out again. But his hand was not empty this time, he was holding on something. Something long.

I gasped and forced myself away from him, but there was no where to go.

He chuckles at my reaction,"I'm guessing you've never seen a dick before" . He places both of his long legs on my lap.

"What are you going to do to me?" he laughs, catching me off guard.

"It's not what I'm going to do to you, it's what you'll be doing to me".

He starts rubbing himself with his hands. Up and down, up and down. Faster and faster each seconds.Then he suddenly slows to a stop and locks his eyes with mine.

"I want you to do something for me" he repeats the second time today,"I want you to hold my dick" he said as simple as sharpening a pencil. I almost choked on my saliva. Actually no, this time I did choke on my own spit.

He watched me carefully as I coughed.

"Wha-what?" he did not speak, or pay my question any attention. He took my hand and placed it on him. I panicked and yanked my hand too quickly, making him hiss .

He looked angry,"Don't. Do that. Again" he said in between his clenched teeth. Did I hurt him? No...maybe I really don't know.

He repeated his action again, but not as gently as before. I didn't move but just kept my hand where he had placed it. I was afraid. It was rough, but kid of smooth in a way(I'm really sorry...never experienced this before so it's kinda crappy).

"Okay," he said with his eyelids shut tightly,"I want you to do what I was doing earlier."

I nodded and awkwardly rubbed him slowly not wanting him to get angry and hurt me. "Can I please stop," I cried,"I want to go home, please" I begged him but he didn't say anything besides "Faster, faster"

"Okay. Now I want you to put it in your mouth" My blood ran cold.

"Um no, why would I do something like that, it's gross" I said a bit angry,"What are you trying to do, spoil m-" I did not even get a chance to finish my sentence when he slapped me, right across the face. I was frightened, more than frightened.

"Do not raise your voice on me princess " he repeats before shoving my head and putting himself in my mouth. I gaged so many time, but it made no matter to him because he shoved my head even more as he moans louder and louder.

it did not taste bad and it did not taste good neither, instead it tasted a bit salty. I didn't like this, I didn't want this. So I did the first thing that came to my mind, I bit it, as hard as I could.

"FUCK!" he cried louder than I thought he would. I yanked my head back and just...froze.

"FUCK!" he yelled again taking himself in his hands as if that would make him feel better. That probably hurts like hell, but I don't regret doing it .

After a few seconds of hearing curse words that I didn't think even existed, I realized how stupid I was. I should be using this moment to try and escape.

As I tried to crawl in the back I felt him pulling at my leg, but it wasn't so easy for him with his injury. I easily kicked his hand away and went through the left door, running as fast as I could. I ran so fast and careless that I did not even notice the breath I was holding .

when reached home, it was already nine thirty. I walked up the stairs with my shaking legs and opened the door, finding a worried mother and sister sitting on the coach.

"Elaina, where have you been!?" she exclaimed when she saw me enter through the door , "I was just about to call the police!"

"Why are you so late?" my sister, Melanie,   asked as she hugs me,"And why are you wet"

"Mom, please," I pushed my sister away gently,"Not now, I've had a hard day. Just please stop making it even harder" I stormed to my room and locked my door.

That night I did not care how wet I was, or that I might get sick tomorrow if I don't dry my hair. I just jumped in bed and cried myself to sleep.

I'm never walking ever again, and I hate school.

I'm really sorry about the disappointment, bit I really don't know anything about sex so....I hope you liked it:-) Next chapter will be where all the disasters start for Elaina. Love Ya!