Harry's Escape

Chapter 4

Harry's POV:

That night, I couldn't get to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. Between the lagging pain of my lower stomach and the groaning of sickened men, the possibility of sleep was impossible.

I tried to think soothing thoughts and good memories. I remembered the X-Factor, and how close Louis and I became in such a short amount of time. I remembered Louis and my first date. I had surprised him with a small picnic set in the woods near my house. It was beautiful and everything was perfect. Sure, the surrounding nature was pretty nice, but Louis's perfect ass was the real view.

My peaceful thoughts were interrupted by a loud slam. My eyes shot open to reveal Lindsay in only her underwear set.

I groaned unhappily and laid my head back against the cold concrete wall. I thought she'd go for one of the other men, but I was wrong.

I felt someone standing over me. As I opened my eyes wearily again, she was standing over top of me. I gave her a "what-the-hell-do-you-want" look. She smirked and winked.

"Come on, Hazbear. Get up. It's your turn," she said.

"Fuck you," I said sleepily.

"That's what I'm waiting for you to do," she said, sounding quite pissed.

I gruphed at her and shut my eyes, trying to think of more pleasant memories instead of the monster standing in front of me.

Suddenly I felt my body being pulled up slowly. She was obviously having trouble lifting me up, considering how tiny she was compared to me.

I jumped out of her arms and gave her a look of disguist, before bending over in pain of the knife that was still buried deep into my stomach.

"Oh," she said innocently,"I forgot about that knife."

Before I knew it, her manicured hand was gripping the handle and pulling it out in one, rough tug.

"GAAAH," I screached in pain. I could feel the warm blood dripping down my stomach, soaking my shirt. I fell to the ground and curled into fetal position. The burning tears stung my cheeks as they raced down.

"I'm so sorry. Here, let me made it make it better."

She bent down and forced me out of my ball position, then stradeled me before bending her head towards mine so that our foreheads touched.

She licked her lips,"I can make it much better."

I laid defensless as she slowly peeled my clothes off of my bleeding body, leaving only my boxers on. The pain of the stab wound had drawn all the energy out of my already weak body. There was no use trying to stop her.

Her tongue traveled down my chest until she reached the hem of my boxers, where she put her tongue back in her mouth (where that dammed thing belonged) and slowly began taking them off with her fingers. My length was just about to be revealed, when the door bell rang.

I felt my tense body relax as she retreated away from me, towards the door.

"Stay. Here." she said sternly. I didn't respond, I only watched her leave the room and quickly shut the door.

I laid there with complete despair, until suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.

She had forgotten to lock the door. At least, I hadn't seen her lock it before she left. If I could sneak away into another room while she was distracted by the door, I could climb out a window and finally return home. It didn't bother me that I was half baked, I just wanted be safe.

I forced myself up, biting my tongue until the point where I tasted blood to help bare the pain of the wound. I wobbled silentlly across the room until I reached the door, which sure enough, was unlocked.