Elle's p.o.v
*1 week later*
Diary 24th September 2015
I think we're still in England now but we are moving soon, to another country because Reece is involved in some sex ring human trafficking sh!t.
They are treating me so much worse than before and the guards find pleasure in teasing me horribly.
I found some pens and notebooks in a drawer and I thought that it would be sensible to keep a diary of while I'm here, in order to let the police know everything that bastard did to me and get him locked away for as long as possible.
It's been a week since I got here and it has been anything but comfortable. A few of the guards have been friendlier towards me but I know that I am nothing but an object to them. Reece has mentioned that he is going away for a few days tomorrow and when I get back he will "train" me to be the perfect prostitute. The idea of being one completely disgusts me and I am planning on refusing to any customer he sells me to. Hopefully Reece will see that I'm an awful prostitute and try to find other ways of getting money.
Earlier on today a guard named Daniel came into my unlocked cell and tried to get his way with me but I was having none of it so I kicked him in the balls and went to find a friendly guard called Theo, who I stayed with for the rest of the day.
The days have been long and nobody has really done anything yet. On the second day here, Reece took me to this 27 year old man's house to "test me out as a prostitute."
Luckily for me, the man only knows Reece because he used to work for him and William (found out his name later on) secretly despises the guy.
I spent the whole day at his house, under lock and key, chatting and making plans for escape if I ever get to see him again. Not once did he try anything with me, even though Reece practically ordered him to rape me. He was really nice and caring and said if he had the opportunity, he would set me free right there on the spot but we both decided that it would be better to wait for the police to do their thing. If they ever find me of course.
Reece has already proved that escaping isn't really an option for me and that if I ever try it again then my family and I are dead meat.
I'm writing this in my cell, which gets locked between 1 and 2 in the afternoon when Reece goes out and also at night-time, seeing as I escaped last time in the night. The cell is clean, I'll give it that, but it is underground and cold and literally just a hard bed.
I wouldn't bother with this diary if I didn't believe that it would someday benefit me or my family. Even if Reece kills me, I want there to be some evidence around to get him locked away forever. Also, if we move places and the police find this current house, I will leave them here to hopefully give a clue to my whereabouts.
If this is found in the future and I am already dead, I hope that everybody knows how much I love them and I'm so sorry that I had to leave you.
Now for an inspirational passage (hahaha)
Please don't forget me.
Rest in peace Tilly the dog.
Of course I love you all.
Stay safe.
This letter must be kept.
I will try to write more diaries.
Take that look off your face.
Up is the 'one direction' to go.
This poem is pointless.
Everyone stay strong.
I love you lots.
Not to worry
Bring memories through life.
Run with a smile.
Always hold your head up high
Zorba the Greek dance is fun.
I hope you stay well
Love you lots xxxxx
Elle
P.S. Reece's guard Theo saw me writing this so I unfortunately had to take
out the clues for my rescue :D however he is pretty nice and won't tell Reece that William didn't touch me hahaha.
*another week later*
Harry's p.o.v
Two weeks and still no clues other than that nude photo, which turned out to be a false clue apparently. The police think that the guard sent it in hopes to waste our time, which it did. It sent them to Essex, but when the police arrived, the place was deserted.
Nobody really knows what to do anymore and Elle's family feel hopeless. I can only imagine the pain of having their beloved taken from them, only to be returned broken, then taken away again. Jamie has been very considerate of us and has buried his own pain in order to help us overcome ours. Joe has literally spoken to nobody and hasn't left his house since the police told us that the photo was a false lead.
Elle and Joe's mum has been so upset that I haven't mentioned the fact that her ex-husband is on Elle's case and I don't think that anybody else has figured it out yet. Or maybe they have and they are doing the same thing as me; keeping it a secret. If Jamie was interviewed then he would know that his uncle was on the case but I just assume he doesn't know that I know.
I can't imagine the things that Reece is putting Elle through right at this moment. I just wish we had some goddamn clues!
She's a clever woman and I know, deep down, that she must have left a clue somewhere. But where?
What annoys me is that the police have just ruled out that location in Essex because it was empty. They assume that Reece's guard was clever enough to plant a false clue but I actually think that it was a mistake and the guard didn't realise that it could be tracked. I mean, if you were smart, you wouldn't be a guard for an arsehole.
Liam said he agreed with me on that and he decided that we should visit the house on Saturday (3rd October). It is now Thursday, 14 days exactly since she was taken again. We've only known her a month (excluding Liam) but being without her feels so weird, especially as Elle and I came to an 'understanding' about our feelings for each other.
Nothing has really happened in the last week and it feels like we have come to a dead end. I'm afraid that the police might give up, but I know that if I was kidnapped and my dad, or even my stepfather was on the case, they would never give up trying.
For now, all we can do is wait and never stop praying for her return.
Chris's p.o.v
*Friday night*
Joe still hasn't come out of his house but I have been in to see him every day. He isn't coping well in any way and he thinks that drinking will solve his problems, which it obviously doesn't.
He has no interest in seeing the one direction lads which is unfortunate because they begged me to take them round to his house to talk to all of us about something. And that's where we are all about to go now. I offered to do it at my house but Joe refused so I guess he's in for a surprise when we all turn up on his doorstep this evening.
Joe did, however agree to meet up at some point to discuss what to do next and it seems now is the right time to do so, seeing as we don't have much evidence to work with.
Personally, I think we have just as much to do with the case as the police do, because we have 7 people with us who have met Reece and may have an idea about what he is planning for my cousin.
It can't be anything good. Just as long as she doesn't get hurt physically or mentally and they don't rape her or anything. When I heard about those naked photos that were leaked online, I felt so sick and it completely ruined my confidence that Elle wasn't being used in such a way.
As much as I try to kid myself not, I know that Elle is probably being touched and used and it keeps me up at night knowing that I can't stop it. Joe is utterly convinced that nothing bad is happening to her but everyone else knows, I can tell.
It just hurts too much to admit it out loud.
Joe's p.o.v
I initially ignored the knock on my door at 9pm because I couldn't face anybody right now. I feel so guilty, sitting here doing nothing when I could be trying to rescue Elle but it aches in my chest every time I even think her name. It took us 3 months to get Elle back to us last time and I'm sure that Reece dick has upped his game since last time. Plus, we couldn't even rescue Elle before, she had to do it herself.
After the third knock, I was about to open the door and shout at them but the sound of a key unlocking beat me to it. Chris also has a key to my flat in case he needs it so I wasn't surprised to see him walk through the door with Jamie, but I was surprised and slightly pissed to see those One Direction boys waltz in like they own the place, uninvited.
"Sorry to come this late, but we think this is important." Harry said genuinely.
"Unless it's to do with E-... my sister, then I don't give a sh*t."
I replied hastily.
"It is and I think it could help us find her."
I nodded and let them in, hoping that it wasn't going to be a complete waste of my time.
Elle's p.o.v
Diary 1st October 2015.
It is Thursday again so time for another diary right?
I know these sound cheery but my time here has been anything but. The most peaceful time so far was when Reece went away for 4 days to do some business. I lazed around for the majority of it with Theo, the only guard that I consider my friend. He wasn't at the other place and I never saw him around so I asked him why he was a guard for Reece and he explained that his brother was part of Reece's gang 2 years ago, somewhere in South America, but he almost got the gang caught. Reece killed him and Theo got threatened about their whole family so he had to work for him or never see his beloved ones again.
It was really brave of Theo to say all of this because I know that if my brother was killed then I would never be able to talk so openly about it, especially as Reece is practically holding Theo captive too. Technically, Reece took my brother away from me as well, so I suppose Theo felt more comfortable knowing I was almost in the same boat as him.
I said that I admired him for staying strong and he smiled a bit before chuckling and saying something about how easy he had it compared to me.
After that, we decided to stick together, especially since the minority of the 4 days was spent running away from the 'perv guards' as we call them, a.k.a. Daniel, Connor and Jacob.
I have been fairly safe from them so far as I can mostly fend for myself against those lanky boys but Connor is built like a rugby player so the best I can really do with him is, once again, kick him in the balls. Theo also tries to stop them hurting me but he has to go out sometimes to do jobs and then I'm on my own.
By fairly safe, I mean I got away unharmed MOST of the time. There was one day, I think it was Saturday when Dan, Connor and Jacob all kind of ganged up on me. I don't really like writing about this but it is important that the police know what happened in case I don't get the chance to tell them myself. If any of my family see this, I would prefer if you didn't read the next bit, because it even makes me feel sick to write about it and I don't want you to read something that might be too graphic.
This is basically what happened:
Reece had been gone for just over a day and it was evening. Theo just left to meet up with one of Reece's 'friends' to collect some cocaine and some other drug that Theo refused to tell be about, for Reece's use obviously. I was in the kitchen drinking some orange juice when Jacob, ugly f*ck he is, decided to ruin the perfect silence and peace.
He first said, "Where's Theo?"
I lied and said that he was upstairs but Jacob said I shouldn't have lied and he knew Theo was out. I shrugged, not caring, which annoyed Jacob more.
He wouldn't leave me alone after that so I shouted at him to f*ck off and he got really angry and tried to grab me, unsuccessfully. I wriggled out of his grip and tried to run away but it was just my luck that Connor was outside the kitchen door and said,
"You're being a naughty girl, Eleanor. ", or something really patronising like that.
I scoffed at his remark but he'd obviously had enough because he literally bent down and flung me over his bulky shoulder and angrily carried my upstairs. No amount of punching his back would make him let go and it's really annoying because I can easily fight off Jacob and Daniel because they are figuratively stick insects. Connor however knows that he is too strong for me and I can tell he enjoys having so much power over me.
So yeah, he took me to a bedroom, I don't know whose it was but it was rather... kinky? I don't exactly mean GOOD kinky either. If you imagine a room from Fifty Shades of Grey or something.
At one point, I managed to slip from Connor's grip and fall to the floor, so I quickly got up and ran to the open door. However, Daniel got there first and then it finally sank in that I was screwed. Literally about to get screwed by 3 horny boys who just so happened to be in the same room as me.
It would be my third rape and some might say, 'oh at least you're used to it now'. All I can say to that is BULLSH*T!
It's happened before, yes. I'm no longer a virgin, yes. I have known these men for a few weeks, yes. But get used to it? Are you kidding?
I struggled with the door handle for a bit and when I turned around, my 2 desperate and scared eyes met with 6 hungry and lustful eyes. I knew that was it. I prayed and prayed for Theo to come back early and rescue me but it never happened.
Connor slowly walked over to me, frowning before pulling my arm towards the bed. I refused, not looking into his eyes.
He grunted before signalling the other two to come over. I tried to escape through the gaps between their bodies but it was no use. They had me cornered. I kept my head down but I gasped when Connor gently lifted my head up and kissed me passionately. I was too shocked to respond at first; it seemed like such a slow and affectionate kiss, not a rough and desperate snog like I'm used to from rapists.
Once I was over the initial shock, I tried to push his face away but he didn't budge. This resulted in me slapping his cheek, of course.
He backed away a few inches, obviously surprised at my rash action.
"Right. Play that way then. "
He huffed before grabbing me around the waist and chucking my body on the four poster bed.
He laid on top of me, restricting all of my limbs and told the other two to "grab the ropes."
I'm sorry this account of the events seems so pornographic but it was f*cking scary at the time and I feel like telling it. I don't know, I will probably rip this up later on.
Back to the horror story.
Before long, each of my four limbs were tied to the four posts on the corners of the bed. I could still move slightly but there was no chance of me being able to close my legs or use my arms to defend myself.
I took a deep breath as Connor ran his smooth fingers down my cheek, collecting the tears that had escaped while they were tying me to the bed. I didn't get why he was being so careful with me. Everyone else just doesn't give a sh*t and shows absolutely no care for how I must feel.
Jacob and Dan also seemed weirded out by Connor's affection so they backed away and eventually went out of the room, Dan muttering, "don't worry, we'll get some later.", or something like that.
I still refused to look at Connor's face, let alone his dilated pupils. My breaths were getting heavy and I feared that a panic attack was coming on. Parts of my vision were starting to get blocked out and my body felt at 150 degrees. I never even had anxiety before I met Reece but now the panic attacks come thick and fast.
His left hand moved to smooth out my messed up hair and his right hand travelled down my neck and rested on my breast. I kept struggling against him but after a while I just gave up. I didn't want to exhaust myself and I had zero chance of getting away.
I'm not going to put too much detail into this but basically, he groped me for a while and then he stripped both of us before taking some nude photos, the motherf*cker.
I closed my eyes after that, not wanting to witness what was about to happen.
Sure, Connor was being much gentler than you would expect for a man of his build but I don't know if anybody would expect me to relax, because I definitely didn't let my guard down, even though I couldn't see a thing.
Uggh I suppose I should say what happened, now it's got this far so here you go.
I can't really think of a way to say this that isn't completely grim so the reader will just have to deal with it.
He started massaging my boob like a creep before he touched me in an even worse place. He kind of... fingered me and I was almost sick.
It wasn't long before Connor took off his boxer shorts and placed his body back onto mine. You can pretty much guess where it went from there.
It hurt like f*ck because he was being way too rough, a great contrast to the way he was treating me earlier. The worst part was that the motherf*cker didn't put anything on the end of it so I could well be pregnant right now.
Connor left soon after he finished and then left me there, tied up for a few hours. I cried and screamed for a while but Theo wasn't home yet. That evening, I was still tied there, helpless when Jacob and Dan "took" me at the same time which was also rather unpleasant to say the least. In fact, I wouldn't stop at horrifying.
Theo came home around midnight and saw that I wasn't in my cage. He found me naked and tied up, like I had been mercilessly left hours earlier, with no food. He cared though and he ran a bath for me and washed my hair, which was relaxing. For a while I forgot about the situation I was in. That soon came back when Connor yanked me out of the bath and dragged me into my basement cell with just a towel wrapped around my body.
As Reece is planning on selling me on as a prostitute, I suppose I should get used to being used in such a way. I never will. I may grow numb to the pain and feeling, but I will never get used to being raped.
Can you keep trying?
Always hope?
Right now I'm safe
Let's never give up
I still love you
Go and look for me
Love wins
Everyone will be together soon
So don't stop looking
If you don't find me
Act as if I'm still there
Save our memories forever.
