Prisoner of My Own Body

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16 year-old Sophie's in for more than she expected when she meets One Direction. The boys, Harry especially, take a liking to her body and feisty attitude immediately, and kidnap her to be their own little toy. But then they tell her her mom sold her to them? She's in constant confusion, blindly trying to foresee what will happen to her next as the boys are bi-polar most of the time. The worst part is that Sophie is starting to develop feelings for her kidnappers, and some of them also start developing feelings for her.....

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3. Bumpy Ride

There’s the low hum of a car when I wake up cradled on somebody's lap. I keep my eyes closed in fear, a throbbing pain pulsing between my legs. I groan in discomfort and arms rapidly encircle me, preventing me to move.

"Try not to move" advises Harry's voice in my ear. "You seem pretty sore."

Stubbornly, I lurch off him and fall at his feet, landing straight on my sore backside. "Oww!" I grunt, rubbing it slowly. Only touching it lightly hurt.

"Can't say I didn't warn ya." He says smirking. I shoot him a deadly look, rapidly taking note of my surroundings. I am on the floor of a car, which would explain my sudden fall. The floor of their ugly orange van to be more precise.

"Is she awake mate?" I hear Louis’s voice yell from behind the wheel.

"Awake, pissed and sore." Harry answers grinning.

"Give her carrots... Might cheer her up!" Louis responds laughing.

"I don't want your damn carrots." I say through clenched teeth. "I wanna get far away from you perverted kidnappers."

"Watch the mouth little lady." I hear Liam's voice from the front of the vehicle. I ignore him and try to get up, unsuccessfully. My aching thighs don't want to budge without horrendous pain. I don't either wanna ask for Harry's help knowing I’d never hear the end of it. Wound up, I take a peek outside and take in the fact that it’s dark. For how long have I been sleeping exactly? I think incredulously.

  I make out, in the faint light, that my clothes are different. I'm wearing a hoodie with a black lacy camisole, and dark-jeaned shorts. At least he let me keep my own shoes, I think looking down at my 1D shoes. I automatically despise them when I realize Harry let me keep them as a sign of their possession over me.

I pat around my body and realize something is missing when I touch my chest. I have absolutely no underwear! "Harry freakin’ Styles, I’m gonna kill you with my bare hands if it’s the last thing I do!" I scream loudly, glaring at him. He cocks his eyebrow upwards.

“Oh are you?” he mocks.

“I don’t have underwear! Why the fuck don’t I have underwear?!” I continue, pissed.

"It's to have easier access to your lovely body, and know when you are actually aroused." He explains cockily. I huff in infuriation and try standing back up once again to sit on the backseat.

"We’re almost there!" I hear Niall say not far away from me, breaking my concentration. With a maximum effort from my body and the strong will not to cry out in pain, I heave myself beside Harry and on the hard leather seat. I’m panting hard as I reach my target. I drop my head back in exhaustion and pass my hand around the crook of my neck but I stop my action as I become aware that I have a scarf loosely wrapped around it. It annoys me, the boys’ odor impregnated on the material. I try to pry it off my neck but Harry stops my movements.

“Tsk tsk. You can’t take that off.” He warns. I look at him irritably.  “It hides your bruises and hickeys from last night.” He explains. I move it to the side a bit to inspect his sayings and I gasp.

“My skin is purple you idiots!” I exclaim furiously, making every guy recoil slightly.

“Not quite,” Niall denies beside me. He starts touching them. “You see, it is partially purple, with tints of dark blue and re—” I push his hand away roughly as they start heading down my cleavage.

“That’s not the point, leprechaun.” I say venomously. The boy chuckles.

Harry snakes his hands around my bruised hips, making me flinch in pain. “Get back on me” He whispers in my ear.

“No way.” I seethe at him, crossing my arms over my chest. His fingers don’t hesitate as they press into my bruises hard.

“Ouch! Harry, stop hurting me!”

“Then get back on my knees now: were about to arrive and you’re in no condition to walk without elevating interrogations from the fans. I’ll be the one carrying you.”

“And where the fuck are we arriving to exactly?!?” I say, overly pissed.

“To our concert.” Louis responds. “We’re still on our tour, remember?” He adds in high spirits. “It’s our last show.”

“Sit on me.” Harry grabs my thigh again and I whimper, the sound coming out of my lips sounding like a moan.

All heads, except Louis’s which was on the road, turn towards me.

“It’s like you are begging to be punished love,” Harry purrs. “You’ll get us all hard if you continue like that,” he murmurs quietly.

To avoid another inappropriate incident, I reluctantly go and sit on Harry’s lap. I feel his erection poking in my backside and I grind myself on him a little to annoy him.

 “Do not tempt me Soph.” He menaces so quietly I almost wonder if I imagined it.

“What will happen if I do? What can you do to me? You’ve already taken what I cherished the most.”

 “I do hope you do not mean your virginity?” He asks incredulous. He can’t be serious, I think frustrated.

“No, my freedom you jerk.” I say before the car comes to a stop.  It is then that I discern the flashing cameras of the paparazzi and the screams from the fans outside

 “First of all, where is your bodyguard?” I ask worried about my safety.

“It seems like a lot but there aren’t many,” Niall reassures.

“And Paul is in the car right ahead of ours, since you took his place in the van.” Zayn said for the first time of the whole trip. I shoot him a dirty look.

 “By no fault of mine apparently since I ain’t the one who carried myself in here.” I scrunch my nose in disgust saying the last words. “Second of all, how will you explain to your dear fans, the fact that you are carrying me?”

“Nobody’ll ask.” Harry says a little too carelessly.

“Sure they will Curly.”

“No they won’t!” Harry snaps at my use of a nickname. Clearly, he hadn’t thought about what he was going to say about me and my ‘disability’ to walk. Ha, one point for me, I smile doing an inside victory dance. My victory doesn’t last long as Harry roughly passes me over to Niall in order to get out of the vehicle and salute the crowd. Screams of excitement and joys are heard as soon as his curls are spotted.

I feel nauseous at the thought of being surrounded by people.

“You alright?” Niall frowns, looking at me.

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“You look like you’re about to be sick.”

“Maybe.”

He looks at me, frowning. “There aren’t as many people as it seems. Hold on to me and it’ll be okay.”

I gaze into his eyes. Seeing nothing but truth and concern, I hook my arms tightly around the blonde’s neck. I clasp my hands tightly together as his arms slide under my body, lifting me up as he stands up and out of the van. Now, where are we exactly? I peek around, hoping for a chance to escape.

Anxiety and dizziness hit me simultaneously as multiple lights and faces assault me. It’s too much.

“Soph?!”

I lose consciousness, feeling Niall’s arms constrict around my body.

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