Abduction

7 |shower time

exhaling softly, my eyes fluttered open. the warmth of the sun shined through a big window across from the bed i passed out on. my hand ran across the soft sheets that covered my wounded body. turning my head side to side, i examined the unfamiliar room. it was much brighter than the last room and felt a lot more like a bedroom. there was a large dresser by the door and to the left there was a small hallway that led to who knows where. my body ached at the feeling of movement, but my curiosity got the best of me. standing up from the cozy freaking queen sized bed, i slowly made my way to the dark hallway. my finger flipped the switch as a low lit light created a beautiful glow. my eyes found two doors, both closed. i first went to the one closest to me. my hand held the doorknob, turning it and pushing through. turning on the light, it seemed to be a bathroom, a large one in fact. i walked in, looking at myself in the long mirror that was placed above the sink. i looked horrible, my wound was bigger than i thought. dont get me started on how bad my dried make up looked on my cheeks. i turned my body to see bruises already forming on my red bum and thighs. not wanting to look at myself any longer, i decided to open the other door. my long travel to the next door consisted of me dreaming of a bacon burger and fries in my mouth. the wonderful daydream soon ended as i opened the next door. flicking the lights on, my jaw literally fell to the ground. it was a f.ucking walk in closet filled with clothes. this kidnapping just got a thousand times better (lol am i right ladies). my hands ran across the various materials, skimming the expensive items.

"i thought you would like this room better than the one upstairs, suits you." he smiles, leaning against the doorframe. my body jumps, i immediately regret that impulse from the pain that burned my stomach. wide eyes, i remember the lack of clothing that didnt cover my body. i snatched the first thing i could reach off of one of the racks, a crop top that covered 1/4 of my body. his watched me carefully, his eyes stared at my wound.

"looks like it hurts a lot." harry points out the obvious, walking towards me. fearing that he might hurt me again, i walk backwards, regretfully my back hits the wall. our bodies were inches away from touching. lifting his hand up, i flinch. surprisingly he just tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"let's go get you cleaned up." he speaks softly, looking down at my bruised body. our eyes meet, he grips the crop top away from my body, tossing it to the floor. his eyes travel up and down my body, before looking back into my tired eyes. taking my hand, harry leads me out of the closet and into my bathroom. he crouches down to turn the shower on, tilting the knob to hot. i hope he didnt think i was going to bathe with him. he quickly leaves the room, but soon returns with a white towel. i probably look like a scared little baby lamb in front of him.

"well, arent you going to get into the shower?" harry questions. "go on, take your underwear off and get in." he gestures to my bra and panties, which makes my cheeks turn bright pink. he's very aware of the power he has over me and is definitely using it against me. he waits, watching me stand there nervous. a good minute passes by and i give in to that warm shower that i felt close on my back.

i let out a huff, reaching for my bra clasp, i see harry smirking out of the corner of my eye, knowing he won. i unhook my bra, letting the material fall to the cold floor. his eyes shot up to my bare chest, pleased to see that i was obeying him. i couldnt look at him, as i then hooked my fingers on the sides of my undies, pulling them down my legs. i now was fully naked in front this man i barely knew. i felt ashamed in some way, my cheeks still warm with embarrassment. he walked towards me, that stupid pleased look still plastered on his face. he ran his finger lightly down my shoulder to my hip bone. gasping, his delicate touch surprised me, making a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach explode with butterflies. my body wouldnt move even if i wanted to. it was odd to desire more of his touch when just last night i was dreading it. his fingertips traveled to the small of my back, as my eyes fluttered closed. they drew soft circles around my back, before his hand gently laid itself over my bruised ass, giving a very soft squeeze. soft enough for it to not hurt me, but enough to get my attention as my eyes jolted open and i jumped. his chuckle echoed through his chest, his hand leaving my body.