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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1. Sold

Excitement is coursing madly through my veins as I stand in line with many other girls, probably as excited as me. My fingers latch on the VIP ticket around my neck, still making sure that all this wasn’t a dream. That my mother really did spend her money on me for once, to give me access to a One Direction private meeting.  I’m getting restless as time goes and the line shrinks, my friends and I getting nearer and nearer to the door that’d lead us to One Direction, aka my saviours.

I had dressed quite casually for the occasion: dark jeans with my blue 1D shoes and a cerulean blue camisole with frills. I had added a little jewelry here and there, and my brown hair was tied in a side French braid. There was no way I was letting my hair down today: my fringe wouldn’t have stopped bothering me and I couldn’t bear to live with that problem in such a crucial moment of my life. I also brought along a black sling bag, which held a couple of necessities like money, girl stuff and cell phone.

 The event was so unique that my friends and I had agreed beforehand to go in separately, in order to have time alone with our five idols. In no time, Kristen had her turn, and Amber was now the one inside. Being the last really made the painful suspense last longer.

Suddenly, the door opens and Amber gets out, all red and embarrassed.

“I’ll go join Kristen”, she mouths, giving me a shy thumbs up. Curious, I thought. Both of them had passed, looking all red and flushed... What is going on in there?  I get suddenly really nervous as I’m pushed into the room Amber had just exited. The door closes behind me.

My mind goes blank when I finally lay my eyes on them.  There they were, sitting on a couch, looking at me. I’m awestruck. Something is wrong though.... They’re practically undressing me with their eyes. Awkward.

“So, umm, hey?” I start, uneasy.

“’Ello love,” Harry nods, licking his lips. “Does a pretty girl like you have a name?”

My mind jams for a second. What? What did he ask me?

“Your name, darlin. What is it?” Louis repeats.

“I-I-I’m Sophie Miller,” I manage to get out. My brain rapidly takes control of my mouth, realizing I probably didn’t have all the time in the world to tell them how much they mean to me. “But I’d really like to thank you guys for all you’ve done for me. Really―”

“Sorry babe, but we don’t exactly have the time to talk with you.” Harry cuts me off dryly, giving me a fake sad smile before standing up. The others do the same.

My eyes are stinging with tears already. The rejection hits me hard, and I turn back around to leave, in order to hide my tears. Its okay Soph, you just had to pick the wrong time. They don’t hate you; I try to soothe myself, turning the doorknob.

The door is brusquely closed inches from my face.

“What the―!”

 A wet rag is roughly pressed on my mouth.  In shock, I stop breathing and fight against the multiple hands that are suddenly trying to immobilize me.

“Come on... Breathe and it’ll be all better.” Niall’s voice urges softly in my ear. I try to reply, but my eyes start shutting without my permission and mind immediately gets fuzzy, my reflexes woozy until I can’t stand anymore.

“No...” I beg weakly black dots dancing before my eyes.

“Good girl...” The Irish voice is far away.

Hands catch my head right before it hits the ground.

 

I come back to my senses, laid in a bed I don’t recognize. I sit up, confused. My hair is untied, unlike how I had left it earlier. And what exactly happened earlier? Mom is going to kill me... All I see in my mind is One Direction assaulting me, and it doesn’t seem right. At all.

Shaking my head slightly, I look outside to meet with a gloomy and rainy exterior. The voices in the room beside the one I am in are oddly familiar, but I don’t want to alert them of my awakened state. It seems like a bad idea.

Quietly, I step outside the door and run through the house, right out in the rain.  My blood freezes when the door bangs loudly behind me. The thudding of feet and unnerved masculine voices resonate loudly.

 I jump to a run, but only a couple meters are done and I’m already pushed into the muddy ground.

“Where do you think you’re going?” drawls a heavy British accent. I whip my head up and I’m met with Louis, Zayn, Niall and Liam. I feel hands grabbing my shoulders and lifting me up carefully back to my feet. I look to see whose hands they belonged to, and come across Harry’s mesmerizing green eyes.

Still in a weakened state, I turn my head back to answer the question, shrugging Harry’s hands off me. “Away from you psychotic-minded guys apparently. What is this sick game you’re playing?!” I spew. “You can’t simply decide to take someone like that!” I puff angrily, crossing my hands over my chest, inconspicuously pushing my breasts up. Their eyes rapidly zero to my chest. Noticing that, I bring my hands back down and on my hips, even more irritated. Their eyes stay glued on my chest anyway, so I make another move to leave, but my arm’s caught by Harry’s hand, forcing me to stay put.

“We can actually, if that someone belongs to us.” Louis says simply, his eyes drifting back to my face. I whisk my head in his direction, my hair flying in my face. “You heard me right love. You are One Direction’s new property.” Louis continues. “More accurately Harry’s since he has shown a greater interest into you but, you’ll be tossed around to each and every one of us.” He finishes with a smirk.

I shiver and goosebumps form on my skin, looking at all of them with horror. None of them seemed to mind about the wrongness of it all.  

“You’re lying,” I say between gritted teeth.

“Oh are we? Then why would we have this in our possession?” I watch as Zayn pulls out a folded piece of paper from his wallet. He hands me what seems like a certificate. My birth certificate, my name clearly identified on the sheet of paper. I nearly choke on my own saliva as Zayn points the underlines of the newly corrected certificate. It was very visibly written One Direction’s Property.

“Oh my God.” I gasp, clutching the sheet tightly in my shaking fingers. “Since when? Why?” I murmur almost to myself. This is not happening.

“Your mom signed a lease that made us your legal guardians, and we gave her the VIP backstage tickets so it’d be easier for her to rid herself of you.” Liam explains, taking out another folded piece of paper from his pocket. He shows it to me briefly, long enough for me to see my mom’s messy signature in the bottom right corner, giving them my full custody.

“You took advantage of her! I’m sure she was drunk when you talked to her!” I object.

“Well the fact that she was an alcoholic did help us convince her... You know... To have more money for her drinks since she wouldn’t be spending it on you.” Zayn admits.

“You perverted gang of motherfuckers!” I holler, advancing to hit at least one of them. Harry, who was shadowing me closely, grabs me by the waist, and locks my arms between his, preventing any violent movements from me.

“I very strongly suggest you stop using that colourful language of yours.” Liam points out. “It isn’t very proper.” I ignore his demand and fight Harry from behind.

“Fuck off.” I sneer to him.

Harry pinches my ass, hard. I whimper, knees failing me but Harry holds me up.

“Tsk tsk what did he just tell you?” Harry chastises in my ear. I ignore him.

“It’s all fake! You printed a fake contract and a fake birth certificate! You guys kidnapped me!” I protest struggling in the older boy’s iron grip, trying to convince myself that that was indeed what happened.

“Call it whatever you want sweet cheeks, but in both cases, you’re ours and ours only.” Harry says intertwining his fingers with mine, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine.

“Don’t call me sweet cheeks, and stop touching me with your filthy hands.” I mutter, pulling my body away from his. He pulls us back flush against each other and I feel his manhood hardening at the contact of my ass on his crotch. This is bad.

“I don’t think you’ll call them filthy hands after all the things they’ll do to you.” He responds cockily. Sick bastard.

I fall down in the mud, curling in heap of shock. I hear the sloshing of footsteps in the wet grass, and I look upwards and into Niall’s bluish-greyish eyes. They practically danced with mock sympathy.

“Awww come on. It can’t be that bad can it?”

I shoot him a death glare. He was the one who chloroformed me.

He ignores my glowering and caresses my cheek.

“Did you know some girls would actually kill to be in your place right now? To have 5 hot guys willing to take care of you in every way possible?” He says, his Irish accent strong. “We’ll feed you, dress you, give you loads of attention and love, and even make sure you have a roof over your head. What more do you want?”

“I want my home back. And unfortunately, I’m not one of those girls who are desperate for all of that.” I spit out, pushing away Harry’s relentless wandering hands. “I never was. I just want to be happy.” I mumble.

“We can make you happy,” Harry says.

“No, you can’t. You fucking kidnapped me and are certainly planning on using me. And to think you we’re my idols,” I spit hatefully, glaring at them.

I hear them chuckle slightly at my statement.

“You won’t always be this miserable Sophie,” Niall states. “Anyways, this is depressing: who’s hungry?” he changes the subject swiftly, turning around to go back inside. Zayn and Liam follow, leaving me with the eldest and youngest of the band.

It’s only then I remark it stopped raining, but I stay sitting on the cold ground, holding my head in my hands.

Harry sits beside me but, fortunately, doesn’t say a word. He plays with my hair, running his hands through the tips. I want to vomit but I ignore him, trying to think cheerful thoughts.

Louis just stands there with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You know, it would be easier for you to just go along with it. You might actually like it, and wish for more.” Harry suddenly murmurs sultrily in his British accent.

“Never gonna happen.” I retort, but I find myself weighing my options half-heartedly anyways. There is no way that I’m going to make it out of this sane... “Let’s say that, if I promise you to behave, could you free me before the end of summer?” I say without thinking twice. Okay. Maybe not the ‘I will behave and listen to everything so say’ part but maybe if they could release me by the end of summer, I could go live with Amber or Kristen...

The boys look at each other briefly before Louis shrugs.

“Deal.” They answer in unison.

“We’ll let you live your life normally as soon as summer’s here, if you don’t try silly stuff. Like, for example, escaping. That will bring you nothing but more trouble,” the green-eyed boy continues.

“So now, I want you to suck me off, like you mean it.” Louis adds, testing the waters.

“Are you mentally deranged!?! I am not an object!” I scoff angrily.

“Well if we ask you to do something, you have to do it.” Louis says smirking. I shoot him an angry look and he does an innocent face. “You’re the one who made the deal.” He scolds cockily.

“But that wasn’t the deal! You release me at the end of summer if I behave! Harry...” I turn to look at Harry pleadingly, hoping for a bit of sympathy from him but what comes out of his mouth stuns me even more.

“No no.... Lou’s right. Doing just what we ask you to is behaving.” That’s when I saw the bulge in his pants. Oh fuck. It’s official. I’m going to be used for their sexual pleasure.  The boys share a silent agreement, and before I know it, I am hurled on Harry’s shoulder and he drags me into the house where I had first woken up. I struggle and kick, trying to get out of his iron grip, but he barely acknowledges me.

“Harry! Let go of me!”

He opens the door with one hand, holds me with the other, and enters.

 I could see Liam, Niall and Zayn eating in the kitchen as I am taken up a staircase, and into a dimly lit room. Harry drops me on the bed. Louis follows behind Harry but doesn’t close the door behind him. He keeps eyeing me curiously.

 “So love, I want y—”

 “Don’t call me love.” I cut Harry angrily, crossing my hands over my chest.

 “I can call you whatever I please sweetheart.” He says, his anger slowly mounting. “So, like I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, I want you to call Niall over to make him have a foursome with us.” He finishes smiling, while caressing my left thigh. I almost fell of the bed in disbelief.

 “Have you gone insane?” I yell, insulted. “Not only are you ripping me apart mentally but you also want to do that sexually!?!” Harry shoves me on the bed hard and covers my mouth with his hand.

 “Yes, and if you don’t agree with that, I’m gonna go get Liam and Zayn and let them rape you mercilessly.”

I gulp nervously, and nod, tears forming in my eyes. He removes his body from mine slowly to make sure I won’t make any unexpected movements and, motions for me to call on Niall.

 I stand up shaking, step outside the bedroom door and call Niall from the top of the staircase. Why in the world would Niall be the one that’d listens to me?

 “Niall, could you come upstairs please? I- I need you!” I stutter, before heading back inside the bedroom unwillingly. Louis grabs me and sits me on his lap, preventing any possible escape movements from me.

 “I’m pretty sure that’ll make him change his mind about all this.” I faintly hear Louis murmur to Harry.

Niall walks through the door seconds later. I feel nauseous as I’m about to be ridden of my innocence. With three guys at the same time. Oh gosh.  Niall closes the door behind him.

 “What’s wrong Soph?” He asks, looking curiously between me, Harry and Louis. Did he just call me Soph?

 “I don’t—”

 “She wants to have a foursome.” Harry butts in, cutting my protests. I glare at him, and try to wriggle out of Louis’s grip. Niall’s demeanour shifts from worried to more relaxed. He licks his lips. Louis starts taking off my clothes slowly, avoiding all my kicks in his direction. Niall sits on the bed, and helps Harry hold me down. I’m left utterly powerless and my energy is draining already. I give up on fighting.

 “There you go... Stop fighting love and I promise we’ll make it worth your while.” I shake my head negatively. “Oh yes. You don’t know what you want....” Harry murmurs lustfully, his voice making my body betray me.

I can’t prevent the moan that escapes my lips as Harry’s finger dips in my underwear, rubbing my clit in slow, teasing circles. He and the two other boys hum in approval, arousal mounting in the room. “Let us give you what you want.” The green-eyed boy purrs.

I shake my head no again, but the guys take it as the GO signal.

Almost immediately, three pairs of eager hands are all over my body, trying to touch every inch of skin possible. My clothes are history in a matter of seconds, and mouths leave wet trails of kisses everywhere they can. I try sitting up, but I’m rapidly pushed down by Harry's intimidating body.

“Please! No!” I choke out, trying to roll off the bed and away from their probing hands. The room was dark, and I can’t see what they were doing, which scares me even more. “Let go of me please!” I sob, squirming uncomfortably from their warms hands on my thighs.

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