The Game

Seventy-two

My leg is throbbing, it's sore and burning. I just want something cold on it to draw out the heat. My arms are starting to ache from being held up the blood not getting to them is making me weak.

"Right firstly let's clear a few things up" Harry comes over to me.

"We know now Darren is alive, where is this tracking device?" he kneels down at my feet.

"Please" I whimper. "I'm sorry let me out of this room and I'll show you where it is" I cry.

"Nope" he starts using his fingers to walk up my thigh slowly getting closer to my sex.

"Harry!" I start moving myself around as much as possible.

"Just tell me where it is" he continues to walk his fingers closer and closer to me. I'm not getting out of this situation so really is there any point in withholding information?

"I stuck it on top of my door frame" I close my eyes as his fingers brush against my groin.

"Liam go get it and check on Grace while you're there" Harry pulls his hand away but makes sure he slowly cups my vagina and smirks.

Liam walks off and Louis joins Harry in front of me, "Can you get something for my burn?"

"Certainly not. If we put something wet on it, it will only stick and then we'll have to peal it off along with your skin" Louis smiles as he bends down and looks at the burn on my thigh. I don't know what comes over me but I see a chance to inflict pain on him so I take it. I bring my knee up quickly and slightly turn my body and make contact with his face. He shoots up and yells in pain, the blood slowly running from his nose as he cups it frantically.

"You fucking bitch!" he spits and swings his fist across my face. I scream out and rest my face against the crook of my armpit.

"Lou! Be careful of the face. We can't go too hard. Remember we can't hide her face from Grace" Harry takes my face in his hands and inspects it.

"That was very naughty Lauren" he gives me a couple of light slaps across the cheek.

Liam finally returns, "She's sleeping" he passes the device to Harry who looks at it in the palm of his hand.

"So Lauren how the hell did you get this?" he looks up at me.

"It was on the bear" I say.

"I see.. And did Grace know about this? She was very positive about giving her bear away to you" he tilts his head.

"She's a five year old child Harry, not an FBI agent" I lower my eyes.

He huffs, "I'll deal with that later. We just need to sort Darren out" he glares at Louis and Liam.

"Honestly Dude, I was certain he was dead" Louis holds his hands up.

"Did a bullet go through his head?" Harry rolls his eyes.

"No" Liam whispers.

"Anyway! Enough, we know now he isn't so we can sort out the fact he's tracking Lauren" he looks at me.

"I guess it's a waiting game, we will be waiting for him and when he turns up" Harry smiles and pretends to hold a gun in his hands, "Bang" he laughs. My eyes start to redden again and the tears start to flow.

"Maybe if you're lucky you can watch" He lowers his hand, "We can't get rid of this. We need him to know his plan is still going ahead" he passes the tracking device to Liam, "Go and hide this somewhere in the house"

I watch as Harry gets some scissors from a drawer in the room, he walks over to me. I try to back away but I'm chained to a fucking wall. He cuts the remaining clothes off my body and leaves them piled at my feet.