The knife clatters to the ground between us at the last second, the razor sharp blade nearly missing my foot. Instead, my cry is cut off not by cold steel but by Nate's lips, pressed harshly against my own. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling it painfully rather than the soft carressing of Niall, or Harry. I push furiously against his chest, struggling to free myself from his iron-hard embrace. His lips are rough and foreign against mine, tasting like cigarettes and blood.
My stomach heaves and I shove Nate one last time, sending him staggering backwards, wild-eyed and panting. My cheeks are bright red with anger, my eyes flaming.
The fury lay heavy in my stomach, a pot of boiling water about to overflow. Clenching my fists tightly, I glare daggers at Nate and breathe deeply. It takes everything in me not to launch myself at him and pummel his ugly little face into pieces. (AN: his face isn't that ugly tho...)
I'm treading on thin ice here, I remind myself. One wrong move and he'll skewer you. I shiver at the thought but don't move.
Nate straightens his shirt and shakes his brown locks out of his face. He seems amused by my rage. Oh you won't be amused when I'm done with you, pretty boy, I fume internally.
"Get on the bed." He says.
Four words. Four words, and all of my rage, all of my fury, leaks out of my body, leaving me shaking in pure terror.
This is it. He's going to rape me. He's going to kill me. He's going to fucking rape me. God help me. Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh-
"Get. On. The. Bed." He repeated his tone icy.
My mouth fell open slightly, a tiny 'meep' sound choking out of my throat. He leans down and picks up the knife, twirling it easily in his fingers as he takes a menacing step forward. With a tiny cry, I stumble backwards, falling onto the bed as I do so.
"Are you a virgin, Jae?" he snarls, his voice sickly sweet.
I whimper in fear, scrambling backwards on the covers until my head knocks against the wall. "Maybe you ought to have fun, you know," he says, kicking off his shoes. "Wouldn't want to die a virgin, would we now?"
I squeal, the sound distorted by the fear clogged in my throat. "D-d-don't touch m-m-me," I stammer, choking on the words.
Nate laughs cruelly. "It's always funner when they beg. Come on, Jae," he says in a light tone as he slowly climbs onto the bed. "Beg a little. Cry some. Struggle. Scream."
I bite my lip, narrowing my eyes at him. Just because of that, I'm not going to say a thing. I think furiously. I'll go down fighting.
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Hostage (a One Direction story)
FanfictionJae Rivers has never been exactly normal. She grew up skipping from foster family to foster family, friendless. She has a passion for reading, writing and One Direction. She's never kissed a boy, never tasted alcohol or done drugs, never even owned...
