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The sound of the door being unlocked wakes me up. I slowly straighten up in bed, taking support on my elbows and rubbing my sleepy eyes. I don't know what time it is since it's all dark in the room and I can't judge by the light of the day neither, but I recall Harry told me he would bring my breakfast. So I guess it may be 9 or 10 am.

The door opens and I hear him silently closing it behind him. He has a torch lighting up the floor which only permits me to see his feet walking on the beaten earth floor, approaching the mattress. I sit up in bed and lean my back against the wall behind me for support. I remain silent as I wait for him to make the first move, to talk first. Actually, the way he kissed me earlier and then left me stranded here, has left me stunned. I don't know what to think about it but what clearly upsets me the most isn't what he could try to do right now, it's more the fact that I have liked being kissed by him, in a way.

"Hello, doll." I jump when I realize it isn't Harry's voice neither Harry's words. He never called me a doll. He told me I was his baby girl.

I widen my eyes in fear and rapidly back up to the corner of the room, where my pillow is.

I recognized his voice. It's Aaron's, Harry's older brother. Finding myself alone in this basement with this man terrorize me even more. He closed the door and I'm sure he took care of closing each door behind him. Therefore, it's likely that I won't be heard if I scream.

"What do you want?" I ask curtly, trying to sound more confident than I actually am. He chuckles and I know he must find me as frightening as a terrified and shaking puppy.

"There are things we haven't finished earlier," he says before kneeling down in front of my mattress. "I don't like it when I don't finish what I started."

He reaches out for my cheek and strokes it with the back of his index finger. I push it away violently and back up a bit more to be as far from him as possible.

"Don't touch me," I try to say firmly but my voice let me down and breaks. I start shaking as he approaches me, putting a kneel on my mattress.

"Come on, I know you haven't have a little fun in weeks, and sadly, my girlfriend refuses to satisfy some of my... needs. You see what I mean?" I shiver in fear when I imagine the worst. Could he really force me to do something I don't want to? Yes, of course he could. And the only one who could stop him is Harry. "So, everybody finds their groove," he says and I can hear his little smirk in his voice.

He places one hand on my hip and the other one on my thigh, and gets closer to me until I can feel his face just a few inches away from me.

"No," I beg, placing my little hands on his broad shoulders and trying to push him back but there is no use. Although he is not as strong as Harry is, he is strong enough to resist. "Leave me alone."

"Hm, I don't think so," he says and at this very moment, I feel his filthy mouth against the skin of my neck. I turn my head, trying to avoid his disgusting lips. He leaves a small trail of wet kisses upon the skin of my neck to my jaw. I manage to slip from his grip and quickly crawl on the beaten earth floor, away from him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, grabbing my ankles and pulling it to drag me back to him. I try to grip on something, anything, but except dirt, there is nothing on the floor. My nails dig into the beaten earth floor as he pulls me back to him.

"Harry! Harry, please! Help m-" I cry helplessly but I don't have the time to finish that his hand collides with my cheek, silencing me immediately. I cry in pain. He slapped me.

Usually, Harry is the last person I want to see, but now he is everything I need.

"No use to cry, nobody's gonna save you. He's out," he hisses at me, and he rolls his eyes. He forces me to stand still. Now that my eyes get used to the darkness, I manage to see his silhouette sat on the mattress. "You're a little bitch, you know that. You make my brother suffer when he loves you so much."