Taken by One Direction

Chapter 7: Forced

I sat in that chair for hours. I didn't know whether or not they remembered the fact that there was a girl tied to a chair who was starving. Not that it mattered, though. I wasn't going to eat anything they fed to me.

It must have been night by the time they returned to the bus. I was trying not to fall asleep. I couldn't sleep. No, I may be exhausted from my sleepless night but I would not allow myself to sleep in a chair that I was bound to. Also, my mouth was hurting because of that stupid duct tape.

"Honey, we're home!" Someone called out from the front of the bus. Hell no. That stupid Brit did not just quote an American TV show. I pretended not to hear them. The door to the bedroom I was tied up in slammed open.

"Hey babe. How're you doing?" Harry slurred as he came over to me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Niall came in right behind him. I could see Harry was tipsy, but Niall seemed sober. I felt a little nervous with drunk Harry, but I felt that maybe Niall would prevent anything from happening.

"Hey sweetheart." Niall winked at me. Harry came over to me and kneeled in front of me. I started to shake as he got close to me. I couldn't help it; he was creeping me out. He brought his long fingertips up and caressed my cheek. I pulled away from his touch, which caused him to smirk.

"Bad move, baby." He teased as he tilted my chin back over to face him. His fingers inched up and suddenly pulled the tape off of my mouth. I screamed at the pain. Harry's smirk grew.

"Ow," I whimpered. I wanted to rub my mouth to try to get the searing pain away from my lips, but my hands were handcuffed behind my back as well as the fact that I was tied to a chair with a rope. I couldn't fucking believe my luck.

"Do you want me to untie you sweet cheeks?" Harry asked, his smirk still evident. I figured my best way to get myself untied was to... be... polite. I cringed at the thought.

"Yes, p-please." My voice came out in a hoarse whisper. Harry nodded Niall over and the two of them set to work on untying me. Just as the finished shrugging out of the ropes, Harry reached into his pocket for the key to the handcuffs. When I was finally released from the chair, I stood up and rubbed my wrists.

"Where are the others?" I asked quietly as Niall flipped on the TV. Harry moved over next to Niall and settled into watching with him. I carefully stand near them, not wanting to sit down any longer, but not wanting to go too near them. As if answering my question, I heard the bus door slam open. I tensed, waiting for my other three captors to come in. Sure enough, they did.

"Oh hey lovely!" Liam chirped once he saw me. I didn't answer him and just waited. Louis looked me over, his brow furrowing once he noticed the marks on my wrists and ankles from when I had struggled. He mashed his mouth into a thin line and looked around.

"Mmm? How was your time while we were at work?" Zayn smirked. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of a response. He seemed amused that I didn't respond.

"I'm starved." Niall announced in the moment of silence. The boys started to laugh at this, for whatever reason I don't know.

"Niall, we just ate like- shit!" Louis froze midsentence, "guys we haven't been feeding her!" All the guys gasped and turned to look at me. I felt my stomach growl as if on cue.

"I'll go grab you something." Niall told me as he got up.

"I-I'm fine." I tried to convince them. All the boys ignored me as Niall went off to get me a snack.

"I can't believe we forgot to feed you! I am so sorry!" Louis paced back and forth. I shrugged it off.

"I'm fine. I'm not even h-hungry." I tried to say. Of course I was ignored completely. Niall came back with what looked like leftovers. He offered them to me, but I refused to take them.