Temptation (Harry Styles)

Tight tops and gun shots

Kay's POV:

I silently cried as the two men carried me out the room, leaving Harry lying injured on the floor. I saw my life flash before my eyes, I was stuck. This is it. I can't move, I can't shout for help. Wait, yes I can.

"Help! Help me! Somebody! Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, the man carrying me slammed me into the wall and snarled.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Never!" I screamed, pounding on his back and shouting for help. He put me down and the bit of hope left in me thought he was letting me go. Ha! Fat chance. He pushed me into the room on my right and slammed the door behind us, leaving the other man outside. My heart rate increased and I feared what he would do. He leaned in real close, our face inches apart. He leaned into my neck and took a deep breath through his nose, it sent shivers up my neck and I squirmed.

"You really need to learn to keep your mouth shut." He whispered into my ear, I winced at his closeness but he had me in too tight a grip for me to move.

"Or else people will get pissed off and do something they regret.." He trailed off his sentence as he pulled back and struck his hand across my face. I did a 180 turn and bashed into the wall. He turned me back round and smirked before hitting me again and knocking me out completely.

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I wake up in a dingy room, tied to a chair. There's a barred window in front of me and, from what I can see, there's a small garden full of weeds just before a mass of trees. I sigh and hang my head down. My eyes widen in surprise as I realise that I'm wearing different clothes. Before I was in my jeans and t shirt from Suday but now I'm wearing a tight skirt and someone's V neck pink t shirt which is a tad small. I guess this tells me a lot about the people in this house. Just thinking that someone had taken my clothes off angered me. I muttered curses to myself for a while, surely sounding crazy. Then I heard the door shut and my whole body froze. I heard their footsteps coming closer to me and I felt their breath on my neck as they leaned down, I could smell alcohol really badly.

"It's great to finally meet you Kay" A deep voice said, how did he know my name?? As if reading my mind he said.

"I know everything about you, including your thing with Harry. That's why you're here, now I have you he'll do anything for me because he thinks I'll just hand you back." Chuckling he walked round to face me and I saw him for the first time in the dim light. He was older maybe thirty-ish, with two day old stubble and cold, grey, dead eyes. What did he want with me? I barely know Harry. How did Harry know him? Why would Harry be involved in anything like this! What's wrong with him!?

"Why me?" I asked, pissed off for some reason. He gave me a surprised look then laughed knowingly.

"You poor stupid girl, you're the only good thing that Harry has in his life right now. So taking you away makes him vulnerable and easy to use to my advantage." He was getting closer to me and it just made me angry how defenceless I was.

"Get away from me!" I snapped, staring him dead in the eyes.

"Or what? What could you possible do to stop me?" He chuckled. I spat at him and hit him in the eyes, a laugh escaped my lips as he stumbled backwards. Anger etched into his features as he lunged at me and punched my jaw, I cried out and my chair fell backwards with a clatter onto the wooden floorboards. He untied my left wrist and grasped my hand tightly.

"Wrong move sweetheart!" He said, a loud cracking noise broke the silence and I screamed out in pain as he broke two of my fingers. Tears poured down my angered face as he held my middle finger in his hand, laughing as I stared in horror, he slowly cracked it and immense pain shot up my arm. He moved over to the next finger but got cut off by someone else entering the room. He stood up, dropping my hand.