Guns [Harry Styles]

Chapter 3

-Carrie's P.O.V-

I wake up, finding myself in an unfamiliar room and on a bed.

How did I get here?

I quickly look down at my body to check if my clothes are still on and if I had been raped.

Thank god they were still on.

What?

I'm at a house that I don't even recognize so I should check just in case.

I look around at the normally decorated room.

The walls are painted blue, has two windows, a closet, a small table, and a door.

I attempt to get up, only to be stopped since something is holding me down.

When I take another look at my body, panic begins to fill me.

My hands and legs are tied to the posts on each corner of the bed.

Have I been kidnapped?

Or am I being used as a sex slave?

Fuck, I really hope it’s neither of them and this is just some sick joke.

"Hey! Is anybody there?" I yell, hoping someone would help me.

No one answers me so I close my eyes and slowly start to cry, thinking this is the end for me.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die.

Dying was all I could think of.

I mean, why else would I be here, tied down to the bed?

Help me.

"Oh, you're awake," A deep and slow voice says, startling me.

I open my eyes and look at the door to find a familiar figure leaning on the door frame.

My eyes widen after a few moments as I recognize the person and realize the situation I am in.

It's the same man I saw choking the teenager in the dark alley.

I immediately start to wiggle my way out of these ropes that are holding me down.

When my wrists start to burn from the friction with the ropes, I stop wiggling.

"Why are you crying?" He asks, walking towards me.

"Let me go, please," I plead, ignoring his question as more hot tears fall on my face.

I just want to get out of here and go home.

Never will I take my daily walks ever again.

"Well, if I did that, you would try to run away," He explains, bringing his hand up to my face which causes me to flinch away.

Obviously.

Who would stay with someone they don't even know?

Once I get out of here, I will run away and never come back.

"Why would you care?" I ask, continuing to cry.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, slightly smiling as he ignores me.

I nod without thinking.

My stomach is empty since I haven't eaten dinner yesterday, maybe because I was fucking kidnapped.

As I take in his smile, I immediately regret my nod and hoped I had shaken my head.

Is he going to shove his dick in my mouth?