Taken

Chapter 4

I still lie there and feel his touch.

Ever since his 'outburst', I haven't moved.

I haven't budged nor have I spoken.

He, on the other hand, has taken a shower, watched tv, and ate room-service.

It's like he doesn't notice my pale lips, my dismay tattooed on my face, my bloodshot eyes, or my untamed hair.

I laid there like a nobody...like someone who had just gotten the life sucked right out of them.

"Eat something." Harry demanded more than requested as he handed me a fry from his cheeseburger meal.

I had no fight in me as I grabbed the crusty fry out of his cold hands.

I chew slowly as I kept my gaze at the crimson ceiling.

"Are you going to speak?" He rudely antagonizes me.

"A thank you would be nice." He snaps and grabs my wrist, tightening his grip by the second.

"Thank you." I mumble to the egotistic maniac.

"Go take a shower." He says while he sniffs the air around me.

I've been trying to avoid this.

I knew what could happen if I was naked.

I was hoping I could pull off no shower for a couple days, even a week.

"I'm fine." I try to say as contently and sweetly as my voice will allow.

"It wasn't a question, Jennifer." He mutters and releases my grip for me to go to the bathroom.

I rush to the bathroom and shut the door.

Fuck, no lock.

Of course.

Towels lay neatly next to the shower, and I begin to stream hot water from the nozzle.

I wait impatiently until the freezing water warms up.

I unwillingly undress myself and quickly hop in the shower.

The shower has glass doors, but you can only see disarranged colors through them.

I let the hot water hit my back as my muscles finally relax.

This shower almost makes me forget about the horrible incident that only accrued hours ago.

I begin to apply shampoo when I hear a 'click'.

I shoot open my eyes to find a naked Harry walking into my shower.

I fling my arms around myself and cover as much as my quavering arms will allow.

"Don't." He states as he grabs my arms strenuously pulling them down to uncover my curvy body.

His eyes almost glow as he stares in admiration.

"Why would you cover this up?" His eyes softer than I've ever seen them before.

I heave my arms out of his grip,

"Get off of me!" I whimper.

His soft eyes quickly going dark as he grabs both my wrists in one hand and lifts them above my head.

Leaving my body completely bare.

"Don't tell me what to do!" He barks in front of my face.

I turn my head away from his, but he quickly uses his free-hand to rotate my head back.

"You seem to not understand the concept of being 'taken', do You? I could hurt you, even kill you. I could have already forced myself into you and left you to rot in a hole. You do as I say. Got it?" His voice stabs my already wounded body, and I nod in reply.

"Speak." His voice stern and his teeth clenched.

"Yes. I-I understand. Thank you for being so nice to not kill me."

"That's more like it." His lips being wetted by his lips.

He released his grip and freed my arms.

I rubbed the pain in my wrist away.

I lift my eyes up and glance at the young,beautiful man.

How could a man so beautiful, be so evil and ugly at the same time, I think to myself.

"Wash your hair." He commands, and I do exactly so.

I was tempted to ask him why he was here, and he already took a shower, but I'm not taking any chances.

Maybe the nicer I am, the sooner he'll let me go.

I watched him as he focused on me, like I was a science project instead a human being.

I watched as the water hit his curly locks and dripped down, glistening in the artificial light.

His tone torso, long and broad, and his extremely lean legs perfectly shaped.

His six-pack partially visible.

I was sixteen and hormonal, and if only we hadn't met under these circumstances, maybe he would be attractive to me.

But now, he makes me want to hurl. He disgusts me...all of them.

"I'm done." My eyes never meeting his as I speak.

"Get out and dry off."

I click the door open and step cautiously out.

I grab a towel, one for me, one for him.

I hold out the towel for him to grab, and he snatches is out of my hand, making my body take a step back.

"Thank you, babe." He smirks than winks to me.

I shudder as he uses the word babe, and let out my disgust when he shuts the door to the bathroom.

I sit on the delicate rug, and I resume to let the tears fall out of my eyes.

Just a couple of hours ago, I had everything.

Just a couple of hours ago, I had the world at my hands.

Now, I lost everything, and it got replaced with five monstrous men.