The Game

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Lauren's POV

I carry on dancing to all the songs the boys are playing and I'm in my element this is like a private concert for my eyes only. I run my hands all over the boys taking in every sexy inch of them. Why did I ever think this was bad? The more I touch them the more I feel the need for them. At one point I even grab Louis' hand and place it on my breast. The trill of it makes me kiss him. Deeply I fall into the kiss and watch the girls shaking their heads at me. Once there is a break in the songs Zara pulls me over.

"Get a fucking grip Lauren! You've been drugged. You don't want this or them. Don't you know what you're doing?" She shouts in my face. I look over to the other girl Ruby who is standing behind Zara.

"What? I'm having a good time I feel fucking on top of the world!" I beam still bouncing on the spot even though there is no music.

"You have no idea what they're going to do with you" Ruby steps forward.

I laugh at her maybe they are both jealous I'm getting the attention from the boys and they aren't. I feel some hands on my shoulders and look round to see Harry leaning in.

"Problem ladies?"

Zara and Ruby quickly recoil and shake their heads. I watch them back away from me and Harry. I can smell him and it's intoxicating, sending signals to my area. I close my eyes and lean my head back on him and notice him smoking a cigarette. I turn round "can I have one?"

"Smoking a bad for you" he blows smoke in my face.

"So are you but that doesn't stop me" I move my hand down to his crutch and run my hand along his jeans. I feel him chuckle through his chest and he brings his cigarette to my mouth and I take a long drag and let the cigarette go straight to my head.

"The fuck are you doing?!" Zara glares at me.

"Niall get these party poopers upstairs they're killing the mood" Harry calls across the room. I watch at they are dragged away into the room upstairs and I'm left with Harry in the bar. We start kissing and I run my hands all over him. For some reason I find him funny and I can't stop laughing. I've never felt this happy before. The room is spinning, my head is buzzing I'm on such a high. I love this feeling.

"I think we need to get you upstairs because you're about to pull my cock out right here" he hushes into my ear. I look at the time and it's two in the morning. We started this night at ten I feel like I've been going for twenty-four hours straight.

Harry takes my hand and takes me up stairs and we enter his bedroom. I suddenly remember the other night and what happened in here I feel shame cover me.

"Now we need to hurry up because we've partied for so long I forgot times running out for you" he pulls me in and starts pulling my dress up. Times running out?

"Wait a second" I whisper my head is bringing back loads of memories that are mixed up with my current feelings I'm feeling confused. I allow him to take my dress off and I'm standing in some black lace underwear which I was given earlier.

I watch as he takes his plain black t-shirt off and then watch him undo his tight black jeans, I see the waist band of some CK boxers. A little smirk plays on his lips as he catches me looking.

"Come on jump on the bed" he pulls me over to the bed but I pull away.

"Wait a second I said! This doesn't feel right. I don't feel ok" I hang my head down and a deep sadness creeps over me.

"Fuck sake! Your coming down already?" He shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair.

I jigger on the spot and start to shiver, why have I led him here. The realisation that the drug had made me come on to Harry sickens me. I stand in front of him and feel disgusted, disgusted with myself. What I'm about to let happen.

"Coming down?" I pull myself closed and try and shake the depressive feeling away.

"Yeah you're coming down off the drug. You'll probably want to kill yourself in a minute it's quite a depressive come down. So let's hurry up, fuck and I can throw you back into your shitty room" he grabs my arm and rips my bra and panties off. I can't help but cry. I feel so empty.

"Please no, not again please don't hurt me" I throw my hands in every direction I can. I hit him in the chest, face and stomach to which none of them bother him. He just play smirks at me. I'm not at my full strength.

"I love it when you fight me. Only makes me want you more" he throws me onto the bed and gets on top of me with some duct take near by he straps my hands up over my head, covers my mouth and lands a punch to my face. I scream through the tape and cry. I try to put up a fight but it's no use.

"Struggle once more and I'll kill your mum" he growls at me. Would he? I don't know. But I'm not willing to take the risk after all he knows where I live my mum would be peacefully sleeping right now. I close my eyes and nod. I hear him rip open a condom and starts flicking his penis around my entrance.

"Fuck this is going to be quick watching you bound up is sexy as hell" he slams into me and starts a fast assault on my body and true to his words he was finishing quickly. I silently screamed into the tape shaking my head from side to side. Too scared to say anything in case I put my family at risk just like I'd put the girls at risk tonight, this could of him them. I'm not sure Zara would of coped with this. After laying on top of me for a few minutes he pulled out and got off me. I opened my eyes and watched him clean himself up and pull on some joggers. If he wasn't such a monster I'd probably fancy the pants off him but he's not the Harry I thought I knew.

"Stand up" he beckons me. I do so without protest. My sex is aching and sore so I cringe when I stand up. He pulls my panties up and slaps my arse before cutting the tape around my hands and pulling one of his black t shirts over my head. It smells of him and I can't help but drink it in. The countless times I've prayed to be wearing his top. Is it wrong to say my dreams have finally come true. I look at him and he's brought his phone out. I look into the camera while he takes pictures of me wearing his top. My mouth still taped up.

"You are the sexiest one here" he pulls me close and kisses my cheek. "You know if you just played along I'd make you feel so good" he moves to my lips and kisses me over the duct tape and I let a tear fall.

He drags me out the room and down stairs to the floor where our room is on. He kicks open the doors and my eyes widen to see Zara on her knees being forced to give Liam a blow job. He's holding her hair in his balled up fist while ramming himself into her. I look over at Ruby who is laying naked on the floor while Louis and Niall pleasure themselves in front of her. What the hell? I am in actual hell here. Harry grabs there attention and they finished up and quickly chain the girls back up and I'm throw on to the bed which is standing alone in the middle of the room. I stay silent and still hoping they'll leave me untied. To my surprise they do.

They all gather in a circle and while they aren't looking I take this opportunity to glance over to Zara who is balled up knees to her chest, head lowered and crying. I then look over to Ruby who is laying where they left her on the floor naked with her hands covering her face. I shake my head this is all my doing tonight. Maybe if I just kissed Harry we would of been left alone for the night.

"Ladies! Can I have your attention please" Louis smugly stands in front of us. The girls look up at him while I stare from my bed.

"We feel we've been a little harsh on you" he clears his throat "So tomorrow we have another game to play and for one of you it will finally be your last" he watches us closely. I dart my eyes around this isn't good. I can tell in his eyes this isn't a game we want to be playing. No one says anything as like me I'm sure they are trying to decide what he really means.

He turns around to the boys and takes something from Niall. I try and watch closely to see what it is but they are blocking my view.

"So to make it clear. If you loose this next game" he pulls his hand from behind his back and aims at each one of us slowly "you die" he looks at the shiny gun in his hands. And we all start whining and pleading. They aren't seriously going to kill one of us?

He watches us as we beg and cry. All he does is smirk "Things have just got interesting"
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