Taken

Chapter 2

"What else do you know about me?" My voice shaking.
"We know everything." Harry chuckled once again.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I closed it, knowing what I was about to say would defiantly get me slapped.

The van felt like it was in place, as if everything was going in slow motion.
As if we weren't even moving.
The boys in the car talking but no sound was released.
As my world was slowly shutting down.

I was snapped back into reality when I was back-handed by Louis.

"You don't ignore Harry when he's speaking, bitch." Louis spat at me.

I wasn't going to apologize, why would I?
I didn't give a shit about what the lean male had to say.

It took all my energy and fight left to not retort back.

My eyes flutter away the on-the-run tears, and I bite my bottom lip.

"Let me ask you this again, and maybe you'll respond." Harry calmly but vigorously stated towards me.

My body shook in response, and he took it as a hint to continuer speaking.

"Why do you think we chose you?"

My head motioned back as he spoke.
I wasn't expecting that, and I didn't know the answer.

I rattled the question in my mind.

Why did they choose me?

I wasn't anyone or anything special. I come from a quite small town, and my parents are not rich but middle class.
I don't have a model body, shit, not even close.
I had boobs and a bum, and my thighs were far from a size zero.
My stomach was flat, but not to where my ribs poked out.
I was decent looking...decent. I wasn't inhumanly beautiful with perfect features, I was far, far from it.

As I cleared my thoughts, I finally replied.
"I don't know. I don't know what runs through your sick- I mean unusual minds, and all I know is I don't have anything to offer nor give you. The reason you 'chose' me, makes no sense in my mind." I gaily responded.

The boys or men, not quite sure yet, stare at me with their errorless eyes and flawless features.
I pull myself closer to the back corner of the van, wanting as much space between us as possible.

"You'll find out one day." The leader smirks at me.

A shiver runs down my spine and goosebumps appear rapidly.
How long will it be till I find out, my deathbed?

"We're here, sir." Liam from the wheel says shortly.

"Good. Get the girl and unwrap her. I'll lead her in the room." Harry winks at me before hopping out of the van.

Niall and Zayn untie the ropes kneading my olive skin.

My first instinct was to scream, but with Harry's gun pressed harshly in my back, I decide against it.

I take in my surroundings, hoping I knew where we were.
I quickly stomp my foot in irritation.
I have no damn clue as to where we were.

"Calm down." Harry whispers in my ear. His words instantly heat up my body. Goosebumps reappear.

I can't believe they're taking me to a hotel, I think to myself.
Especially one as elegant as this.
The host wore a black tux with shining black shoes and perfect trimmed hair.

"Welcome to the Hilton. May I help you today?" His voice charming, much like his ensemble.

"Two rooms. One with one bed, another with two." Harry impatiently demands.

The host furrows his eyebrows, but quickly brushes it off once Harry shows him his pile of cash.
I can't help but wonder where he got it.

When we finally check in, Harry snakes his arms in between mine, linking us together.
"I'll take her. You guys room together for the night. Everyone's indoors, no parties or clubs. We have to get up early tomorrow. Got it?"

The boys nod in reply, and head off to their room which is right next door.

I walk in to our- Harry's room and he pushes me inside.
I want to yell and scream and cry and fight, but I also want to live.

I stay quiet and stand in the corner of the room.

The rooms beautiful, at the least.
The queen size bed has silk covers, comforter, sheets, pillows; everything.
The room isn't very wide but strives in its length.
The bathroom is to the right of the bed and the enormous flat-screen tv stands in front of the bedstead.

"Where am I sleeping?" My voice coming out in a slur.
My voice sounded like it was trapped in me, and was too afraid to come out.

"On the bed." He nods to the angel like beauty.

"Where are you sleeping?" My voice still a quiet whisper. I yell at myself in my head, as I already know the answer.

I hear him giggle slightly, and he takes his hands out of his black bag and steps closer towards me.

He steps close enough that I can feel, even hear his hot breath lead down to my neck.
He leans over so he can whisper in my ear.
I feel his smirk growing in between my matted hair.

"On the bed."