Adopted by Louis Tomlinson?

Forty.

Chapter Status: Edited

"H-hi," I stutter out.

"Well how are you darling?" he says, his grip on my wrists tightening.

"Good," I say struggling.

"You're not getting out of this one this time babe, pretty boy isn't here to save ya," he says dragging me to a black van that pulls up to the curb. The doors are quickly opended and I'm throw in harshly.

"Tie 'er up," he demands. The tears start to flood from my eyes as someone in the back with me ties my hands and feet together then duct taping my mouth.

"MMMHHHHGHM!" I yell through the tape.

"Shut it!" the person sitting next to me yells and smacks me. Hard. That's gonna bruise. I finally give up struggling, I'm just wasting my energy. I sigh and close my eyes.

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"Wake up, come on princess," he says.

I open my eyes to see my feet untied, only my hands are tied up the tape still across my lips. I look up at him and he grabs my right arm yanking me out and I fall to the ground. I land on my right side and groan in pain. I take this as my cue to look around and see that were in the middle of no where. Only a small cabin near by. He grabs my left arm and pulls me up swiftly. He starts walking and pulls me along inside the cabin. It has a small t.v. and a dirty, filthy, disgusting couch and matching arm chair. He brings me straight up the old creaky steps and into a small room. There are only three rooms beside the kitchen and main room, I haven't even thought about a basement.

I should probably remember all of this incase I get saved..

if I get saved.

He pushes me in a room and slams the door. I once again fall on my right side and sigh. I sit on my bum, criss cross applesauce, and lean down using my toes to pull of the duct tape. I pull it off and wad it up using my hands that are still tied together. I flick the tape across the room and lay down on my back. I lift my legs up in the air and quickly swing them down getting myself up.

I walk around the room and take in its appearance.

Dirty.

Disgusting.

Moldy.

In need of a paint job.

And maybe some new carpet, or maybe even hardwood floor.

I hear banding from outside the door and he comes in.

"So you got the tape off huh?" he yells coming close to me.

Very Close

"Yeah.." I say cowarding away slightly.

Smack.

Pain.

"Bitch."

"David!" I hear a male voice yell.

"What do you want Davis?! Im busy!" he yells. So, David, and that must be the other ones last name.

"When will you be ready?" Davis yells.

"When I get done, leave me be!" David yells back. He grunts and pushes me. to the floor going over and shutting the door. I take these few moments and pull my phone out of my bra and slide it under the bed almost touching the wall. It hurt as my hands were still tied up. I hear footsteps and I'm quickly pulled up and pushed down onto the bed. He takes a knife out from his pocket and cuts off the ropes. He gets on top of me and pulls my sweater off of me.

"No, please stop!" I yell squirming. He takes hold of both my wrists and holds then above my head. The door is quickly opened and light fills the room.

"David! Lets go!" Yells Davis. Hey, their names are almost the same... stay on track Lianna.

"Fine Charles!" David yells getting off of me and leaving the room slamming the door and locking it with a key from the outside.

I wait a few mintues before getting up and pulling my sweater back on. I lay on the ground and reach under the bed grabbing my phone and turning it on. It powers up slowly so I go over to the window. Thick, probably jammed too.

Yep.

Theres goes one chance. I sigh and look at my phone. No service. I wasn't surprised, out here in the middle of no where in some ole janky old cabin I wouldn't expect service.

I send a text to all the lads and Hannah, and Perrie, something pretty obvious.

Lianna: He took me... the same guy that hurt me all those months ago... I have no clue where we are.. an old cabin in the middle of no where. His name is David and he has a friend with him, Charles Davis.

I whipe some tears and take a deep breath looking at my phone again.

they're gone, for now, and I have no service, so when this comes in, it may be a bit late... maybe even too late... so just incase, I love you all. every single one of you. hannah, you know more than they do... please, do it for me. if I'm not back by Christmas, save me some cookies (; I guess you could say I was chucking jokes till the end...

I laugh a bit to myself and ignore the tears that are free falling.

just in case this is it, see you later.

~Lianna

I send the text, even though they may never receive it, and turn my phone off putting it on top of one of the support boards under the bed. I whipe my eyes and sit on the bed leaning against the wall, slowly and worryingly fall asleep.