Blinded. (Sequel to invisible) A Fifth Harmony fanfiction.

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This horribly felt far to familiar.

It wasn't the same place, she knew that because Damien had let her see where he was taking her and it was clear he wasn't dumb enough to take her to the exact same place.

The barn was freezing, and since Charlotte was barely wearing anything, it was even colder for her. She was starving, cold, beaten and was being made to stand up by the two ropes that were tied around her wrists and were hung over one of the high banisters.

This had been her life for twenty days.

Things didn't work out how she was expecting them to. She didn't fly out to Georgia and then be picked up by Damien. It was more like he came to the house on day when the girls had been called for a fake emergency meeting and she had unfortunately left Jax outside moments before he kidnapped her. It was awful, the house was a mess when they left and Charlotte had gotten her first taste of what she was about to endure for what may be the rest of her life. Her last memories of the girls would be them crying and yelling at her, slammed doors and desperate sobs. Charlotte would give anything to be able to give them a proper goodbye, to huh them all again and tell them that she loved them dearly and that they were the best family she could of ever asked for, to be able to cuddle into Lauren's tight embrace and smell her vanilla scent and feel Lauren kiss the scar on her hairline like she had ever since she adopted her. She wanted to bake with Ally and make the older girl laugh at her terrible frosting skills and playfully mock the older girl for not being able to reach the flour. She wanted to pull pranks with Dinah and spy on the girls when they had a guy over or started flirting, to play karaoke and butcher Beyoncé's songs whereas Dinah would 'slay' them which was apparently rather different. Normani would always try and teach her to dance even though she had the coordination of a peanut, but Charlotte would give anything to have Normani get excited and clap proudly if she swayed her hips just right, or to have the older girl pull her into random hugs and tell her that she was her best niece and then be sworn to secrecy. And she'd kill to have a little more time with Camila too, to listen to her reading, for her to be over affectionate and kiss her face multiple times and act like one of those far to proud mothers every time Charlotte would draw something and say "just like your Momma"

Charlotte stopped reminiscing when she felt hot tears fall down her face, she couldn't exhaust herself even more by crying, another 'visitor' would be here soon.

Despite how miserable she was, Charlotte still hadn't given up on trying to escape. She was taking in each mans character, learning which ones were just pure violent and which ones were just dumb and gross.

The large door swung open, and Charlotte felt her heart break in to millions of pieces. He was a new one, which meant a little more abuse than one of the regulars. Charlotte wanted to vomit at the word 'regulars', but mostly this time she was more of a punch bag than one of those blow up dolls, if you got what she meant.

He seemed younger than most, almost shy. Charlotte wanted to be sick even more at the thought that this would probably be a teenage boy looking for a sick time. It wasn't until he got closer when Charlotte recognised him, it wasn't till then when Charlotte let out a sob.

"Charlotte?"

"Chris!?" She screamed in complete anguish. She knew Taylor hated her, but Chris? She started sobbing and tried her extreme best to kick Chris away as he pulled out a pocket knife.

"Charlotte it's okay," Chris desperately tried, "I've been trying to find you! I'm not going to rape you I promise!" Chris yelled. Charlotte stopped kicking at the sincerity in his voice.