Pieces
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I awoke cold, and sore. My body ached from the recent and past scars. My eyes slowly opened, being blinded by a lamp dangling from the ceiling. I tried to adjust my body, but found my hands and legs were bound to the bed. I tugged the rope that was tied very tightly around the head board. I squirmed, trying to loosen the rope from my ankles. Panic started to rise within my body. A sliver of light peeked through the door as it creaked open. I tried to look away from him. His face brought so many painful memories that I wish I could erase. His blonde hair stood up, gelled to look messy as if he didn't put any effort in to it. Niall always wore that smirk around me. His footsteps were slow, my anxiety built as he got closer to the bed. Niall tilted his head once he stood over me, “Maria.” I squirmed as the back of his hand dragged down the side of my cheek. Niall was used to my silent treatment. He roughly gripped my chin and whipped my face to his. “Where is he?” His soft sweet tone had vanished. ‘Don’t show fear. If they catch one of us they will say anything to get us to confess, they will lie. Just stay strong, we’ll be fine. If they catch you, just always know I’m always going to be looking for you,’ Harry’s word play through my head as I stare in to Niall’s eyes. I never knew he was preparing me for this. I assumed Harry would always protect me. I felt so alone, so vulnerable. “Something bad might happen to him if you don’t tell me where he is,” Niall loosened his clutch on my chin. I gulped down my fears, not willing to say anything about the boy I fallen so hard for. Both Niall and I jumped when Liam burst through the door. “Got him,” Liam looked pleased with himself as he tried to catch his breath. My heart sunk as the words seeped in, just thinking about what they were going to do to Harry made me nauseous. Please comment/ vote I would love to hear what you guys think of it:)
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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