Held Captive (Harry Styles)

Chapter Four

•Georgina•

Someone shouts one million, and everyone has lost their voices. I, too, have lost my voice due to astonishment. One million dollars. That's how much I cost. I look at my buyer, and had noticed that he has this chestnut curls and this electrifying green eyes that would surely captivate any woman in sight.

My buyer is beautiful.

The woman beside me exclaims that I'm sold, then the security guard escorts me to walk to my buyer. I officially belong to him now. I'm trapped and I'm held captive but I can't can't can't can't give up.

Buyer gives a check the security guard and then walks away. I was rather confused whether I'd follow him or not, but I did anyways. I follow him as he exits.

We reached his Mercedes Benz car, and he looks over me. "What's your name?" He asked, making it sound more like a statement than a question.

"G-Georgina," I speak quietly, looking down to my feet to avoid his gaze.

"Full name." He demands softly. I look up to meet his eyes, and suddenly something ignites inside me. He didn't only looked beautiful. He looks unusually enchanting too. Every feature that I see on his face was so remarkably beautiful. His plump lips, his chubby cheeks, his eyebrows, his deep eyes, and his soft and curly hair.

Overall, he looked perfect. I wonder why he had to buy women, when he can get any woman in this world.

"I said, stop staring." He grits his teeth, and I snap back to reality. A chill runs down to my spine and suddenly I'm scared. Scared of him. Scared of what would happen next. Scared of everything.

"I'm s-sorry," I stammer, shaking my head momentarily. He opens the door at the passenger seat, cocking his head for me to enter inside. I did, and watch him go around the car to enter the driver's seat.

Buyer's car smells like cigarette and whiskey.

I wanted to ask him so many things, but my lips were too afraid to open, my voice were too frightened to make a sound, and my mind was racing too fast, I couldn't think straight. I wanted to ask his name, his age, his story, his life, everything.

But the fact that he bought me for his own pleasure horrifies me. Sure, I had enough experience, but I would be experiencing sexual fantasies with him for the rest of my life. I don't even know what he's capable of, but I was sure that he's rich. Though I didn't care if he was wealthy or not.

"Do you still work at that club?" He asks, his voice surprisingly slow and raspy. He was British too, although my accent was more obvious than his.

I nod carefully. He shifts, makes a right turn, speeds up to fifty. "Well, quit. Because you work for me now." He said.

"But I don't get paid," I mutter, and he chuckles twice. I glance quickly to see his small grin. It slowly faded away as the time passes by.

"You're right, but I'd provide you a good life," He fires back. "If you'd be a good girl to me."

"Can I just ask, why did you bought me?" I ask him, ignoring his last sentence.

"Well, well, well. Little girl is a bit curious, huh?" He teasingly asks. I just stare at him, my body tempting me to roll my eyes or scoff at him. But I just said,

"My name, is not little girl."

He nods, and corrects himself. "My apologies, Georgina. I'd be glad to answer your question, but I'm afraid that I've lost my answer." He said.

Hm, buyer doesn't seem dangerous as he seems.

"But let me warn you, if you ever disobey me, or do anything that I won't be proud of, I will make your life a living hell." He says, his voice growing darker every word he mentions.

My life is already a living hell, is what I want to tell him. But I just couldn't. I was so curious, that it reached to the point that I've asked such a dumb question.

The car ride goes silent, but my thoughts were loud. They wouldn't stop. Of course, they wouldn't stop. They can't stop.

I clench my trembling hands, and shiver at the coldness. God, the air conditioning is killing me. Not to mention that I'm only wearing a black stockings, a bra and an underwear. I was practically naked. Although I've never been this exposed this long in my life. It felt rather unnatural. But my worries slightly fades away since he wasn't raping my body with his electrifying green eyes.

"We're almost here," He informs me in a mumble as he slowly hit the brake pedal, making a left, entering a huge parking garage. His house was ernormous. Or should I say, his mansion was ernormous.

It looked quite dark, though. I thought it would be white and bright, since he was rich and living a good life, but instead, his house was dark and quiet. It makes me curious.

I wonder if he lives in there by himself. I don't ask him. He frightens me that much.

He turns off the air conditioning and gets out of the car with the keys in his hand. He walks around and opens the door for me. "Out." He said, and I step out of the car, leaving him slamming the door close for me before locking the vehicle. He plays with his keys with his right hand, and hides his left hand inside his pocket. He seems casually dangerous. Though first impressions were useless to me unless you already know the person's story.

He has a huge home, is what I want to tell him. But as I said, my mind was too jumbled up to form sentences. My mouth was locked shut, and the key was thrown to the ocean.

He crouches down to reach for something under the mat, taking out a key and opening the front door of his house. The lights were on, and I'm inside a luxurious living room. Buyer is rich. Almost too rich for his age. He looks twenty five, and that's too young for me. How could he even handle this much money? Where are his parents? Are they here? Probably not.

"Harry?" I hear a voice echoing. His accent and his tone of voice was more obvious and higher. Compared to my buyer's voice who is low and quiet. "Harry is that you?" I hear it again.

Buyer's name must be Harry.

Harry is a nice name, I thought. Buyer has a nice name.

The man who was calling my buyer shows up, and I immediately saw his sky blue eyes. They were so blue. Too blue. Very blue. It was strange.

His eyes flick to my direction and I instantly look away. "Harry, did you just bought this girl?" He asks him. I pretend that I don't hear anything.

"Trevor, just show her around the house, would you?" He asks and blue eyes sighs. His name must be Trevor. Trevor. "I'll meet you in my bedroom," He whispers in my ear, and a chill runs down my spine. He walks away, leaving me with Trevor.

"He's my brother," He tells me. I remain quiet. "What, are you mute or something?" He asks, getting impatient.

My eyes widened and I struggle to speak. "N-No. I'm n-not m-mute." I stutter. He nods twice, inhales once, exhales once, blinks twice, bites his lip. I keep observing Harry's brother. He seems to be younger than him. He looks gorgeous.

I shake my head to pull myself back into reality. "Um, d-do you have any c-clothes that I could w-wear?" I ask, still shivering in fear. I know I shouldn't be afraid. I know I should run away. I know I should kill them and escape. But that's the thing. I don't know.

"Don't be afraid," He says, his voice surprisingly softening as he sees my frightened eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, or let my brother hurt you." He promises. My lips part. I blink.

"Say, what's your name?" He asks.

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Cliffhanger!! Omfg Harry Pottah will play as Trevor ok! Leave a comment guys? THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!