***Melanie's P.O.v***
"Dammit!" Harry muttered under his breath. "Don't you dare make a sound!" He growled in my ear. Although I was terrified of his drastic mood change, I was still grateful that he had been interrupted, before Harry went too far. Hope was still sparking within me. "Not a word, Mel" he warned. I ignored his warning, and opened my mouth to scream, but his large, cold hand clamped over my mouth, preventing me from calling for help. "Not a good idea sweetheart" he whispered by my ear.
My heart beat quickened when he pick up a pillow next to my head. Horrid thoughts of him smothering me to death flooded to my mind, instead, in one swift flick of his wrist, the pillow flew out from it's cover, flying across the room, leaving only the cover in his hand. Confusion spread though-out my entirety, yet Harry's eyes held an evil glint. "Open wide, baby" he smirked.
"Wha-?" My question was immediately answered as he shoved the cover in my mouth, and quickly wrapping the ends tightly around the back of my head.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed to himself, dimples popping through his cheeks. "I should have done this earlier, baby. This fucking turns me on!"
"Mhph!" I muttered through the material. Harry seemed very happy with himself, yet stopped when there was yet another knock at the door.
"Coming!" Harry shouted angrily at the door downstairs. His voice was so loud and deep, I'm sure it could have woken the dead, maybe even Kendall...
"C'mon baby, behave" He then swiftly scooped me up in his arms, and ran into the bathroom. His dark eyes scanned the room, before landing on the bath robe. I yanked the cord from around it, and turned his attention to me. "Be a good girl and turn around for me, baby" Harry smirked. I refused, so his roughly gripped my shoulder and spun me around. My arms were then yanked behind me, and I felt him tightening the cord around my wrists behind me. He then pulled me along like a dog on a leash, and tied the end the the handle of his drawers.
Harry smirked down at me, clearly enjoying the sight. Sick man. "I'll be back sweetheart, trust me." With that, he turned and sprinted to answer the door. I wasted to time in tugging at my bounds, and trying to call for help, but it was no use. I pressed my ear to the door, hoping I would be able to hear anything.
"HAZZA!"
What in the world was that? I pressed my ear to the door again, but I heard nothing. Clearly he was good friends with Harry, if he was calling him 'Hazza' and if he was a friend of Harry, then I wanted nothing to do with him.
I glanced up at the window, wishing more than anything that I could be free again. I tugged and tugged at my restraints, but the knots were just too tight. My wrists were beginning to burn with the friction of my pulling, yet I wouldn't give up. I had to get out, and fast.
"Why, hello babe."
I spun to see a tall guy standing next to Harry. He has dark brown hair, slightly messy, but it still looked good, and blue eyes. "A fit one she is too" he smirked. I scowled at him, and he chuckled.
"Melanie, this is my best mate, Louis" Harry introduced. Oh God no, best friend? No doubt he was just as bad as Harry.
"A pleasure to meet you, love" he smirked. I couldn't reply even if I wanted to, not with the gag in my mouth.
"What's with all the restraints? A feisty one, is she?" Louis chuckled, Harry joining in. What sick men find this entertaining? Now I really had to escape.
"Oh, you have no idea" Harry laughed. "So when will the others be coming? Since, ya know, you just randomly turned up" Harry asked Louis. Oh no, more of them? Could this get any worse?
"Any minute now. They just stopped to get some beer and cigs" Louis shrugged.
"Good" Harry simply nodded, before bending down in front of me, looking me straight in the eye. "Now I'm going to un-tie you. But I expect you to be a good girl, alright baby? Baring in mind there's two of us now." Harry asked.
"Five of us soon, actually" Louis chirped in. Five of them? As in three more friends were meant to show up? I was screwed. Harry scared my enough as it was, let alone, his mates, who would, no doubt, be just as bad.
"So are you going to behave?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side. All I could do was simply nod. "Good girl" Harry whispered, before removing the restraints from behind me. I let out a sigh in relief. My wrists were burning, and I cradled them to my chest.
Louis stepped forward and yanked me to my feet so hard, I flew straight into his chest. "Hmm, I like this one" he smirked as I pushed at his chest, eager to get out of his grasp.
"Back off mate, yeah?" Harry rasped, stepping forward, and pulling me into him. Gee, I was just a puppet to these sick men, wasn't I? I expected Harry to removed the gag from my mouth, instead he scooped me up, yet again, and carried my out down stairs, Louis following behind. Just as he placed me on the couch, there was more knocking at the door. I felt sick as they both smiled at each other. My death was most likely only seconds away. Who knows if my body will remain in one piece.
"Keep on eye on here, mate? Can't have her trying to escape again." Harry spoke, before heading towards the door.
"So you did try to run?" Louis laughed. "Not surprised, Harry can be a bit...rough" he chuckled. "He broken you in bed, yet?" He asked casually, plopping his feet on the table in front of him. My eyes widened, and I would have choked, but the gag i my mouth prevented it. Louis just laughed loudly, before removing it from my mouth. "So?" he asked.
"Get lost" I whispered. Louis laughed again, before leaning forward. "Relax babe, we'll leave later, you and Harry can bang then, yeah?" he teased.
"You're disgusting!" I hissed, jumping up. I spun on my heels, only to see Harry standing there, along with three other guys. One was blonde with gorgeous blue eyes. Another had darker skim, raven black hair, and lovely brown eyes, and the other light brown hair, that looked like it had recently been cut, also with cute brown eyes.
"Melanie, meet Niall," he gestured towards Blondie, "Zayn" to the guy with black hair, "And Liam" to the last guy.
"Woah, didn't you get a nice one!" Zayn laughed. I glared at him, but he merely smirked back at me.
"How'd you meet her?" Niall asked. I glanced at Harry. Maybe if he told the truth, they might take pity on me? They looked friendly enough. Then again, so did Harry and Louis, but boy were their looks deceiving.
"Kidnapped her" Harry shrugged, as if it was nothing at all. Zayn laughed along with Liam, yet Niall looked a little shocked.
"That's a joke, right?" he asked, before looking at me.
'No. He's a sick, twisted monster" I spoke up. Zayn and Louis howled with laughter, whilst the others smirked, but not Niall. He looked almost...sorry? Could I be wrong?
"Game is starting!" Liam cheered. All the other boys cheered, as Harry tugged me down onto the couch beside him. Niall sat next to me, and surprisingly, smiled at me. I was shocked, but also thankful for a friendly gesture in this hell hole. I allowed myself to return a very small, yet evident smile back at him.
But his next action shocked me the most I thought I was seeing things, but when I double checked, it was clear. Niall had typed in a message on his phone, before secretly sliding it next to my lap, so I could read it.
"I'll help you get out of here."
