I've been in and out of it for twenty minutes while the boys use me as a play toy. I've been push from one boy to another, beaten within an inch of my life. My body is throbbing and aching. My mental health is being tested at every dig and comment they make, I keep telling them I don't know anything about Grace but they are having none of It. I can't see anyway out of this.
"Lads I can't go anymore, my knob is going to fall off!" Liam pulls out of me and my legs flop down as he let's go. I lay there not moving waiting for someone else to ram into me. I'm surprised when it seems all of them have decided to stop. It takes all my strength to sit myself up, I can't see very well as my eyes are swollen. It's either from crying so much or from the number of times I've been punched, kicked or hit over the head and face.
"Can I have some water" my voice barely cracking a sound.
"Certainly not" Harry dresses himself.
"Can I have some clothes please" I ask.
"No" he states as he pulls his t shirt over his head.
"I don't know about you but that's worn me the fuck out" He sighs as he drinks some water.
"Please Harry, can I have some" I eye up the cold water he's drinking.
"Sure" he smiles and throws the water at me. The coldness shocks my sweating hot body. He laughs when I start to cry again, I can't help it.
"OK get her up and sit her on the chair" Harry walks over and pulls a chair out. The boys manhandle me and sit me on the chair. It's an effort not to flop off onto the floor. I just want to go to my room and lay in bed and cry myself into a deep sleep.
"Let's start again. Let's start a fresh Lauren" Harry pulls up a chair and sits on it backwards, resting his arms on the back of the chair.
"Do you know where Grace is?" his dark hooded eyes burning into me.
"No" I sigh and wait for the impact of someone's fist. As I thought my head gets thrown forward from Louis using his arm as a battering ram.
"Please" I yelp.
"Bring the tray over" Harry nods in Liams direction.
My eyes are stinging but I try and keep them open for whatever is about to happen next.
Harry's drags a small table over between us and Liam sets down a metal tray with four syringes. I look down at them for a moment before looking up to Harry.
"OK this is the final warning, four syringes. One with nothing but air in it, one with saline solution, one with herion in which has been used by someone with HIV and finally one with methadone. All but one of these will either kill you or give you life long complications" He moves the syringes around on the tray.
I watch carefully incase I need to remember them although apart from the empty one they all look the same.
"The best part is you'll get to choose which one you inject yourself with" He stops moving them around.
"Are you fucking serious?" I mutter barely being able to string a sentace together.
"Deadly" he smirks.
"Where is she?" he asks.
I tip my head back in stress, "I don't know. I thought she was with Kate! If she wasn't there I don't know where she is!" I yell my voice cracking under the stress.
"OK which needle will it be?" Harry moves closer to me.
"No! I'm telling the truth!" I scream.
"OK I'll choose" He hoovers over the needles and finally stops and picks one up.
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The Game
Fanfiction-This book is MATURE- All she wanted was a photograph, a chance meeting with Harry and Louis at their concert. If only she knew a photograph would lead her to hell. A prisoner to the boys and their sick games. Along with Zara can Lauren reach the fi...
