The Game

Twenty-four

It's been two weeks of playing the happy couple with Harry. I laugh when I think this would be every girls dream but for me its my worse nightmare. Feeling his sweating body against me while he's pounding so fast into me I can barely breath makes me sick, even more so when he mistakes my screams for pleasure deep down I'm pretty sure he know its pain and he likes that.

Thankfully these rapes are happening at night so he hasn't found my self harm cut. It's scabbed over now and I'm finding myself wanting a new cut, a new reason to feel that pain again.

Poor Zara hasn't been out her room and I feel fucking awful I'm living outside her door when she's stuck in there. One by one the boys every now and then enter her room and I hear her screams. I just have to think to myself this will all be over soon, as long as she can survive until then.

I bump into a body while I'm caught up in my own thoughts, I look up and see a pissed off Louis.

"Where are you going?" he pins me against the wall.

"I'm going to have a shower" I mumble.

"Oo want some company?" he brushes his hand across my face.

"No" I snap my head to the side.

"Shame. If Harry wasn't lurking around you'd have no choice" he leans in and licks my face.

I turn my nose up and push him away.

"Yeah that's right Harry is around so you can't touch me" I smirk at him.

"You think I believe this little act you're putting on? Harry might be fucked up in the head to believe that you're in love with him. But love, you can't fool me. I'm watching you and I am going to take great pleasure in inflicting some serious pain when what ever this plan is of yours gets ruined" he snarls.

"Not before I inflict some serious fucking pain on you" I spit.

I hate it when his eyes light up at the thought of it. "Oh well that's something I am looking forward to" he moves away from me and looks slowly up and down my body before walking off and standing outside Zara's room.

"Don't" I rush towards him.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do in my fucking house" he grabs the handle to the door.

I reach out and take hold of his hand and move myself between him and the door.

"Move" his eyes black. Far from the beautiful blue they normally are.

"No. Leave her alone. Go and bone Harry we all know you want to. This is the problem isn't it? You're jealous of me! You're jealous at the fact I am the one sharing his bed, feeling his hot skin against mine. His cock in me, his body ramming in and out of me. You hate it!" I laugh. It's all a well known rumour between us fans. Although I don't call myself a fan these days.

I watch as his face turns red, if this was a cartoon steam would be coming out of his ears and nose and that image is making me laugh more.

"You little fucking whore" he screams as his fist thrusts into my stomach. I fight against the urge to fall to the ground.

"I can't fucking wait to beat you to your death when I find out what the hell you are up too" he grabs my throat and rams me against the door. I feel his large hand squeeze around my neck, I start to struggle gasping for air.

"Let.Go.Of.ME" I pant.

I feel as he pushes my head down and to my surprise I see his knee come up to my face and along with the sheer pain that's taking over, I'm sure I've heard the crack of my nose breaking. I scream and fall to the floor the pain is intense and I'm finding it hard to breath, to open my eyes, to do anything. I don't know what I was thinking standing up to him, Harry's warned me about him he is the sickest one of them all. He has no emotion to him he is a robot monster.