Stalker

Chapter Five

"SEX SLAVE!" I screech. "There is no way in Hell that I'm having sex with you." He inches closer to me and bites my ear and slowly inches back until he's sitting with his legs crossed, in front of me.

"Oh, love," he chuckles darkly. "That's going to be the least of your worries. When I'm done with you, you're going to wish you went back to the life you ran away from."

Little did he know.

*FLASHBACK*

"Stupid, slut," Matt yells at me as he lashes his belt against my backside. "This, is what you get for not having dinner ready," he hisses.

My body screams and demands that the beatings stop, but they keep coming, one after the other. It all seems like it's never going to end.

"I-I'm sorry," I choke out. "I promise it won't happen again."

________________________________

"Nothing you do will make me want to go back to my old life," I say angrily as my fists ball up.

"You're wrong about that, love. You'd go back for Audrey, wouldn't you?" My breathe hitches. "Well, I know you'd definitely go back for her. Coincidentally, right when we went back to fetch your stuff before people realized you were missing, we found her there." 

No.

He continues with a grin on his face, "Sadly, I was here watching you, but my best mate Louis was there. He thought she was ripe for the picking. Luckily, we were able to bring her here. Unfortunately for you, you won't see her."

Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes at this point. "Why?! Why are you doing this to me? And what are you going to do with her?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he asks. "She's going to be Louis's play toy." As he says that my whole body breaks down, and I'm pounding the floor with my fists, tears spilling onto the cool cement.

The man gets up from the ground and unlocks my restraints before warning me, "Try anything, and I won't hesitate to violate your pretty little body." However, as soon as he undoes my restraints, I break into a sprint to the door.

As soon as I reach it, my spirits drop. The damn door is locked!

"I told you specifically not to try anything" he rasps. I can hear his footsteps approaching me, and with each step, the more intimidated I become.

Soon, his chest is pressed up against my back, and he spins me so that I'm facing him. A scowl covers his face as he throws me against the wall before gracefully walking up to where I'm pressed.

In that moment I want, no-- need to know who I'm dealing with.

He pins my hands above the wall, breathing down my neck heavily. "Who are you?" I ask. His lips linger close to my ear, "you can call me Harry, love."

And with that, he begins to pull down my pants.