Annabelle Greenwood is your ordinary 16 year old. Straight A student, parents divorced, a few pimples on her face, wears glasses, average height, average feet size, and goes to a public school.
One day, March 17, her birthday, the school goes to a lock down. But unluckily for her, she was in the bathroom when that happens.
Minutes go by as she sits there. Then she hears footsteps come into the bathroom. The first stall opens, the second stall opens, the third stall opens. Next was hers. Then, hers flew open, revealing a man all in black.
"Why hello. What do we have here?" He asked, grabbing her hair and dragging her out of the stall.
"NO! LET ME GO!" She cried, clawing at his hand.
He brings her out of the bathroom and there are four other guys. They bring her outside out back and in a white van. They threw her in the back and slammed the door shut, leaving her in the darkness.
After hours and hours, the doors to the back opened and she fell out. They knocked her out.
When she regained consciousness again, she was in the back of the van, but it felt more crowded than before. When her eyes opened, she saw 2 guys standing above her.
"Who-who are you? S-stay away from me!" She yelled, crawling away from them.
"Hey, hey,hey,hey. It's okay, we aren't going to hurt you." The blonde one said.
What will the three of them do to escape? Will they escape? Or will they be there forever?
*Warning*
Sexual content, mild violence, mild language. Read at your own risk. The horror parts of the story are spread throughout, but the major part is towards chapter 70. Again, read at your own risk.
"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose.
"Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine."
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In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense?
The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.