Only You {h.s}

Chapter Forty

Important A/N at the end!

Trigger warning

"Wakey wakey," a menacing voice rings in my ear.

My eyes shoot open and I try to sit up. My head hits the metal of the crate I was forced to sleep in, making me groan.

"Go away," I say weakly.

"We both know that isn't going to happen," Mr. Carter grins. "Be a good pet. You wouldn't want a repeat of yesterday."

I shiver and involuntarily touch the deep purple bruise under my eye. Just another one to the collection of marks he's left on me.

"Now come eat before I change my mind," he says, holding out his hand.

My eyes perk up at the thought of food. I've eaten maybe five times since he took me. I scramble out of the cage and to my feet, my legs moving shakily. When I refuse to take his hand, he sighs and grips my arm, pulling me into the kitchen with him.

Zayn is already in there, sitting on the counter and eating a bowl of cereal. Mr. Carter shoves me into a seat and cuffs my wrist to the chair.

"Eat." He sets a plate of cold toast and a glass of water down in front of me.

I eagerly take the food, trying not to inhale it. I need to savor this. I don't know when I'm going to eat again.

They both stare at me like they're stalking their prey. But I'm used to it now, numb to the humiliation. I'm more focused on keeping myself from being raped.

I sit quietly after I finish my food, refusing to look up. I try my best not to think while I'm here. Thinking leads to wanting and wanting leads to wishing things were different, but they aren't. This is where I'm stuck and my hopes of being saved are diminishing faster and faster.

"I've got to go out today," Mr. Carter says to Zayn. "So have your fun with her. But remember what I told you." He gives him a stern look.

"Course," Zayn says to him, but his eyes are trained hungrily on me.

Mr. Carter nods curtly. He stalks over to me and bends down to my height. He winds his fist in my hair and pulls me to him, aggressively pressing his lips to mine. I refuse to kiss back, but that doesn't stop him. My mind is screaming for him to leave me alone, but all I can do is take it.

"Be a good pet. You know what will happen if you aren't," he threatens.

I nod, swallowing dryly. I don't want to imagine the things he's capable of doing to me. He bites his lip and looks me over once more before leaving.

The minor relief I feel when he walks away is short lived. Zayn hops off the counter and saunters toward me, smirking widely.

"Finally just me and you, babe," Zayn sighs happily.

"I'm not your 'babe'," I say through a clenched jaw.

Zayn puts his hands on the table across from me, leaning close.

"Getting mouthy, are we? I'm sure Jacob would love to hear how you're behaving," he says teasingly.

I tense up.

"S-Sorry," I stammer weakly.

Zayn hums and takes my empty glass and plate. I tip my head back and exhale loudly, trying to calm myself.

Is Harry even looking for me?

I could be stuck here forever, just like Mr. Carter said. I could be frozen in this hell for the rest of my life, always waiting for things to get worse and worse until it's all over.