The Game

Thirty-two

**Warning... Detailed rape scene in this chapter**

I sit on Niall's bed crying I'm using the towels he's given me to dab my wounds, they aren't painful now but they are incredibly sore.

"That was fucked up" I say.

"Yeah" Niall agrees.

"Just yeah? Just fucking yeah?" I growl.

"What else do you want me to say?" he shrugs.

I guess he's right, there isn't anything he can say because it was fucked up.

"Did you enjoy it?" I question as I place the towel down.

He doesn't say anything just shrugs and sits on the end of the bed.

"You don't say much" I roll my eyes.

He laughs which really winds me up "There isn't anything to say, I'm just as fucked up as them. I'm apart of this as much as they are"

"You can do something about it"

"No I can't"

His head snaps to the door when he hears someone running up the stairs, he instantly pounces on me ripping at my hot pants.

"Stop! What are you doing? Get off me" I scream.

"Shut up!" he hushes me

He pulls my sports bra off over my head and I scream, he's not actually going to do anything to me is he?

The door swings open to a furious Harry "Thought you'd been done by now" he rolls his eyes.

"Na mate I've been setting the mood" he climbs off me, leaving me naked and exposed on his bed. My breathing is fast out of all the boys Niall has never done something like that to me and the thought he could upsets me more so than it does at the thought of Harry, Louis or Liam.

"Right well sorry to barge in but she's mine now. We have business to sort out" Harry strides towards me.

I look at Niall wide eyed.

"Hang on I've not even started!" Niall quickly stands between us.

Please, please allow me to stay here I say to myself.

"Have her later to finish what you've started" Harry pushes past Niall and scoops me up bridal style.

"NOO!" I scream.

I kick my legs and flap my arms in every direction possible to make this as hard for him as I can. But Harry's strength is too over powering and I'm wasting my energy on a fight I'm not going to win.

I get thrown onto his bed still naked showing the wounds our last game has given me. As Harry pulls off his top his body also shows the damage.

"I'll give it too you, you put on a good show. But the problem now is I'm very very fucking angry" he slaps me across the face and grabs me by my neck.

"Say sorry" he growls at me, he's so close I can feel his hot breath on me.

"No"

He laughs and as he does i hear the en-suite bathroom door open to an equally angry looking Louis.

"You sure?" he grins at me.

"Whatever you both are about to do to me was worth every second of throwing that ball at you. Give me another one and I'll do the same right now and I'll make sure it's ten times harder and I'll aim for your fucking face" I'm angry fucking angry and although what I'm saying is going to make whatever punishment they do right now hurt more and more but I don't care. Give me a single nail and I'd use it to kill them both.