"This sight is the most beautiful thing, it makes my chest ache." She whispered. "Yeah." I said. I wasn't even looking at what fascinated her. I was looking at what fascinated me. Her.

"Please, please!" My hoarse voice broke as I cried out. "Oh darling, the worst is yet to come." Don't walk home alone, they said. Something bad is bound to happen, they said. But they were all so, so wrong. I never walked home alone, because he was always following me. Something bad didn't happen, something far, far worse did. Being kidnapped is one of the most terrifying experiences ever, but being kidnapped, help at gun point, used, abused, beaten and lied to by the leader of one of London's biggest gangs, Harry Styles, a killer, is a fear far greater than any I have ever known.