The Game

Twenty-One

I look down at Zara laying motionless on the floor, I didn't want to do that but Im sure if I let her walk out that door she'd be dead within minutes.

I grab her hands and pull her into the bar room and place a pillow under her head. I hope she understands when she wakes up I was doing this to help us. Everything I do is to help us. I walk out the room and decide to have a shower to wash away all the bad things that have happened to me. No matter how many times I've washed it doesn't seem to wash away the dirt.

Once I'm dry and dressed I walk back down stairs and check on Zara who is still laying on the floor, her breathing is steady. I walk back up the stairs and find myself standing outside Harry's room.

Why am I here? I can't answer but I open the door and walk in. I stand there and relive the nightmares I've endured in this room. I start looking through his drawers and cupboards not really sure what I'm looking for. I guess I'm just passing time when I find something that makes me freeze it's my I phone. I pick it up and press the home button and to my surprise it lights up with my home screen picture of the picture Harry took of him, louis and me. He must of changed it himself. I frown at the picture, the moment when all this started.

I can't help myself but unlock my phone, my hands shaking to the point I hold onto it with both hands in case I drop it.

I can't tell you how close I am to ringing the police right now, just three numbers I could easily press right now that would lead me and Zara to safety.

Before I can decide I open my messages folder and see countless messages from my family and Jodie. I open them and read them all.

*Please hurry up! This taxi is going to cost us a bomb by the time we get home*

*Lauren are you ok? Where are you??*

*Honey it's mum, where are you? Jodie is on the phone and she's worried*

I start to cry thinking how worried Jodie and my mother must of been. I wonder what went through their heads at this moment. I read all the messages, there are no new messages for a week now. Have they just stopped trying? Have they giving up on me? I can't stop what I'm about to do.

I hold the phone up to my ear and wait.

"Hello?" A sweet voice sounds through the phone. I can't even breathe right now listening to the broken voice of my mother.

"M-Mum it's me" I sob.

"Lauren?" She gasps "Dave! DAVE! Lauren's on the phone" my mum shouts to my father.

"Yes. Mum I miss you" I cry.

"Where are you? What's happened? Tell me where you are" she shouts her voice is panicked and rushed.

"I don't.."

I turn to my side when I see a figure in the door way.

"Well what is going on here?" Louis walks into the room.

He snatches the phone off me and cuts my mother off and drops my phone to the floor. I watch as he stamps on my phone until it's shattered into pieces.

"I-I just.." I try and explain although there isn't much to say other than I found my phone and called my mother and was about to tell her to come and find me.

Louis slaps me across the face, hard so that I fall to the ground cupping my burning cheek.

"Where's Harry?" I ask. I suddenly feel the most scared I've ever felt here. Louis frightens the hell out of him and I feel I need Harry here to protect me. I must be going insane to ask for Harry's protection.

"He's dealing with Zara, since she's knocked out in the bar" he kneels down in front of me.

"What did you do?"

Under his stare I start to shake "she-she tried to leave. I stopped her from leaving" I stutter.

"I see, you stop her from leaving yet you ring your mother and try to get her to come and rescue you?" He hums in thought.

"You know I'll have to tell the boys about this, they are not going to be happy at all. In fact Harry is going to be really fucking pissed. Although we could keep it to ourselves?" He tilts my head up to look at him.

"Please don't make me do anything" I cry.

"Ok that's fine, I'll just have to let the boys know though. By the way I can't stop what they might do to you, you've got three holes and a hand you could use. We love a gang bang" he winks and stands up. The thought of all of them in me at once makes me wince.

"Wait" I grab at his leg before he walks away too far.

"What were you thinking?" I ask disgusted with myself for even entertaining the idea of agreeing to do something with him.

"Hmm" he brings his finger up to his lips and slowly taps in thought "I wouldn't mind that sweet mouth wrapped around me" he slowly in zips his jeans, his already hard penis trying to break out of his tight boxers.

He pulls his boxers down and it springs out, I gasp at the size of it and close my eyes.

"When you're ready, you can begin" he says without emotion in his voice.

Can I do this? Actually do this without being forced too? Does this make it ok because I'm willingly performing oral sex on Louis. He is going to think I'll do this all the time for him but the thought of all of them on me at once is something out of some horror film, all this is to be fair but this seems like the better option.

I take hold of his member and bring my lips up to it, I don't want to waste time so I decide to just get on with it. The quicker this is over the fucking better.

I slowly wrap my mouth around his penis and quickly suck, moving my mouth up and down.

"Hey now, slow down love. Let me enjoy this view for a while" he grabs onto my pony tail and slows my movements down to the speed he wants. It's slow, too slow and I can feel the tears starting to form at how long this ordeal is going to last.

"Oh my god Lauren. You've got a mouth like a hoover!" He says in a raspy voice.

He starts pushing my head further down so I'm taking the whole of him in my mouth, my eyes water at the fact his head his hitting the back of my throat. He moves my head faster and more violently and I can't help but start gagging which only makes Louis do it more.

"That's it take all of me" he moans as I feel him getting to his high.

With my eyes streaming and the non stop gagging he's causing he quickly comes in my mouth while still thrusting himself into me. He pulls out and wipes his head over my face.

"Need to clean myself up don't we?" He laughs as he puts his penis back into his boxers and pulls his jeans up.

I stay kneeling on the floor, feeling disgusted with myself for allowing this to happen. I can taste him and I feel instantly sick.

"I have to admit you weren't the best, but as long as I didn't look at your ugly fucking face it was decent enough" he walks to the door and opens it "Get downstairs. No doubt Harry wants to see you" he storms off.

I rest my face in my hands and close my eyes, I can picture myself on a hot beach. Soaking up the sun and listening to waves lapping the sandy beach while I sip a cocktail. I think of that dream, of me being free from all this evil. I know one day it won't be a dream it will be real. I only need a little longer and it will all be over.