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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28. The Big Night

The week passes slowly, the boys not having any contact with me unless it was to give me food. Even then they wouldn’t speak much. Some days only one of them was with me while the others are at the studio, while other days, they all take turns guarding by my bedroom door. I knew because I heard their steps going back and forth in front of it.

Then suddenly comes Saturday morning. Then it's the middle of the day. And then Saturday afternoon. And finally someone knocks at my door and talks to me.

“We’ve decided to let you attend the party. Get dressed and shower; we’re waiting for the guests to arrive in thirty minutes,” it’s the only thing Niall says to me, before giving me a shy smile.

 I grin as he closes the door.

It's finally the big night.

I exhale once before heading to my closet in order to find something suitable to wear for the evening: something chic, as well as not too suffocating.

I rummage through the dresses, tossing them around to find the right one. As I come across the blue one I wore at the dinner with the boys’ mothers, a piece of crumpled paper plummets to the ground. I pick it up curiously. The events of that night hit me as soon as I see the messy handwriting. Jeremy. Louis and Harry teasing me. Appeasing Niall. Teasing Louis and Harry. Angry Harry sex, loving Harry moment afterwards. Flirting with Jeremy. Jealous One Direction. Group sex.

I shudder, before scrunching the paper up and throwing it in the bin. He probably only wanted a good fuck, like every other guy, I think, trying to convince myself.

I return on the dress hunting process, and finally find the right one. A single sleeved red dress made with a thin, breathable fabric. Perfect.

Placing it on my arm, I poke around for shoes, finding and taking red and black heels.

With my attire in hands, I head to the bathroom and I take a long refreshing shower.

My eyes shut in bliss as the water starts, the droplets of water gliding smoothly on my skin. I rub the pores of my skin thoroughly, any reminiscence of time lost in the steam of the shower.

A brisk, demanding, knock at the door interrupts my reverie.

“Get out of the water pretty mermaid! The guests have already started arriving!!!” Louis chirps happily from the other side of the door.

“Leave me ten minutes...” I groan loud enough for him to hear me.

I’m responded with silence. Only running water and my breathing can be heard.

“Louis?” I ask cautiously. A high pitch squeal escapes my lips as a shock of light brown hair pokes into the shower. My hands automatically cover my private regions, hunching slightly.

“No, right now princess. You have to shut the water now and go downstairs,” the blue-eyed boy sing-songs, a naughty smirk plastered on his face. “And you don’t need to hide; it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Also, standing under the water like that, just makes you ten times more appetizing,” Louis licks his lips “Hmmm. I might eat you up just now.”

“G-g get out-t-t-t,” I object, stuttering.

“How ‘bout another game of teasing―” He proposes.

“No! Now please get out, Louis.”

“Okay okay...Only because you asked nicely. After all, I am a gentleman,” I roll my eyes as his head pops out. “Now shut the water before you become a fish!” he demands from the other side of the curtain.

“Fine, fine,” I grumble, turning the tap off. Louis hands me a towel as soon as I set foot out and I rapidly roll it around my waist. But not quick enough, since Louis gets a glance at my naked form.

“Thank you!” he says smirking, before running out the bathroom and down the hall.

“Fuck you. You’re not welcome,” I mumble seething, closing the door behind him before drying myself off with the towel.

After drying myself off, I put on my dress, ruffling my hair with a special cream I found in one of the cupboards. It couldn’t be toxic, it was clearly written on the bottle: Instant Curls, Harry Styles’ property. Nah... He won’t mind.

I smile in the mirror, admiring myself for the first time. I twirl once, making the curls bounce on my shoulders.  A frown takes place on my face.

Something’s missing... Oh right. A One Direction item. Nodding once in approval, I walk out the bathroom to go grab one.

I’m half-surprised to find Harry laying on my bed, arms crossed behind his head.

“Well. Don’t you look delicious?” he says huskily, looking me up and down.

“Please Harry; I don’t want any more dirty sayings,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Hmmm. Who talked dirty to you?” he enquires.

“Your other half.”

He cocks an eyebrow up curiously. “Louis?” he demands.

I nod, before going through some drawers to find a red bracelet. Coming across what I was looking for, I slip it on my bare wrist, before turning to Harry.

“Louis went in my shower and said he’d eat me up.”

“The horny little bastard,” Harry chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement. But the chuckling doesn’t meet his eyes. I take no importance to it and head to my mirror.

Keeping my eyes locked on him through the mirror, I rest my left arm on my hip. “So... Are you here as a new room decoration or do you actually have something nice to say to me?” I ask unflinchingly. My eyes trail up and down my scarred wrists. Maybe I shouldn't be wearing this dress after all...

“Even though I’m pretty sure you’d love to have a new room decoration as sexy as me,” He starts cockily, “I'm not here for that.” Harry gets up from the bed and advances to shadow me in front the mirror his hands ghosting my arms very slowly.

 My eyes are tightly secured on each of his movements. I start shaking as he breathes into my ear.

“Calm down love...I’m not here to be despicable, or violent,” the green-eyed boy rubs my arms comfortingly. “I only want to give you this,” he finishes, before placing a butterfly necklace in the hollow of my neck and clasping it shut around my collar line. It looks like ruby... It can’t be real ruby can it?

“It’s gorgeous,” I gasp, my fingers clutching the piece of jewellery with adoration. Something valuable to sell when I get out of this hellhole. 

“Just like you,” he smiles, before bending down to kiss the inside of my neck, his eyes locked with mine through the mirror image.

“Harry...” I whimper in protest, not being able to move a muscle.

Surprisingly, he backs away from me.

“Sorry... but Louis isn’t the only one that finds your exquisite, little body attractive,” Harry chuckles. “Are you gonna join me downstairs?” he questions. At this moment, a loud pounding starts, music blasting from downstairs. “So... You gonna come down with me or not?” he asks again.

“I-I-I don’t know,” I stutter. “Do I look—?” I say, looking at my reflection in the mirror with uncertainty.

“You look gorgeous, and you’re coming with me,” he says, grabbing my arm and pulling me with him.

As we go down, I feel the music pulsing through my veins like adrenaline, a strong pounding cackling like electricity though every muscle. I can make it through tonight.

People are everywhere, making the house a very crowded place.

“Harry! I don’t know anyone here!” I shout to him over the music.

“Neither do I! But it’s a great time to make friends right? I thought you invited your friend Alana!” He also yells to me.

“I did! But only at eight!”

“Well that leaves you one hour!” He hollers. “Come with me!”

I follow him as he goes to the kitchen, threading his way through the people.

“Free beer for everyone!” Harry yells to the guests, pulling out beers from the fridge. They come stampeding in the kitchen, greedily getting their hands on the alcohol.

Oh no. Things are about to turn shitty, are my only thoughts as Harry downs one, than two, before taking me with him to the couch. He sits me on his lap.

I jump up as I feel his groin pressing against my backside. He gives me a quizzical look.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I mouth. He shrugs, and starts talking to some chick with a fake chest. I roll my eyes, squeezing through people to find someone I know. I come across Niall a few moments later, taking shots with a bunch of other boys in the dining room.

“Hey Sophie! My girl! C’mere!” He slurs loud enough for me to hear, holding a shot up in the air before gulping it down. He giggles drunkenly.

“Niall... Don’t you think you’re drunk enough already?” I reprimand as he takes another one as I sit next to him.

“Nevaahh! I’m an Irishman! I can hold my alcohol,” he protests sketchily, taking another shot. He hugs me. “Soph.... Did you know you were hot?” he murmurs.

“I-I-I,” I stammer, but he cuts me with a sloppy kiss. I push him back.

“I love you....” he groans in my ear, coming closer once more. “I love you, you know that right? I love you so fucking much,” he groans as I pull away from him. “Say something please? Don' you love me?” he asks grabbing my arm, an ounce of clear-headedness in his voice.

“Ni you’re not sober,” I protest, lifting myself up and away from the astonished blonde boy.

“Nonsense love,” he whispers. “I'm about 75% sober.”

“Come to me when you're at least 95% then,” I say leaving him. 

I search around for company. I fall upon Zayn. I flinch and gulp nervously as he grabs my arm, bringing me outside on the porch, far from the blazing music and sweaty people. Zayn lets go of my arm.

I reflexively back away from him, but he catches my arm.

“Please don’t,” he begs, eyes soft. He takes my hand in his, his thumbs pressing softly into my palm. “I only wanna talk to you. Soberly. ”

“Soberly?” I question, a little confused.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t drink or smoke until I was forgiven. I want to make sure I’m fully conscious of what I’m saying, and also that you know that I’m conscious.”

“You don’t even deserve to speak to me,” I say harshly, wanting to retire my hands from his dirty ones. But I don’t do it, scared of the consequences.

“I know. I know I don’t deserve to even look at you, and I’m sorry. Truly sorry. Sometimes I act without thinking.”

“That’s not an excuse for rape.”

“I know… but it’s all I have for now. I need to free myself and come to terms with what I did. I haven’t been able to sleep since the incident.”

“Since I opened my veins you mean,” I state without flinching.

He grits his teeth. “I know I’m messed up okay? But how can I make it up to you?” He asks. “I mean, how was what I did different to what the boys do to you normally?”

“Zayn,” I sigh before inhaling deeply. “You raped me, with no feelings except rage and lust. And even without considering that, I haven’t seen one ounce of sweetness from you yet, oppositely from all the other lads. Nothing’s gonna repair the mental damage you did to me.”

His face drops.

My next words taste sour, but I know they have to be said. They have to if I want a chance at escape tonight.

“I agree though that it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t treat you like I treat the other boys. So luckily for you, I’m not the one to keep grudges for long. Especially considering my living conditions. I forgive you Zayn. This is your chance not to repeat what you did wrong. But don’t be surprised if I still keep maintaining my distances with you. I’m not that lenient.”

“I think Niall’s irishness rubbed off on me a little,” he laughs lightly. I feel lucky.”

I can't believe it. He believes me?!

“Irishness? Is that even a word?” I question, cocking an eyebrow upwards.

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders and lifting his hands up in ignorance.

“Come on... I’ll show you some sweetness.” He says, pulling me inside. He brings me to the middle of the bodies swaying to the music.

“Follow my lead,” He whispers in my ear, his hands placing themselves softly on my hips. Nothing by The Script starts vibrating through all my members as Zayn makes us dance.

“Thanks... That was. Nice.” I say out of breath once the song has ended.

“It was my pleasure,” he replies. We stand there, standing awkwardly in front of each other.

“Hey mate!” An Irish voice shouts near us. “I wanna dance too!” Zayn and I simultaneously turn around.

“Seems like my walking luck wants to dance with you also...” Zayn chuckles, before giving his place to Niall. A remix of Die in Your Arms by Justin Bieber starts playing as Niall places his hands where Zayn’s previously were. He seems sane.

 

So you love me
As much as I love you yeah
Would you hurt me baby
Could you do that to me yeah
Would you lie to me baby
Cause the truth hurts so much more
Would you do the things that drive me crazy
Be my heart still at the door
Oh, I can't help it I'm just selfish
There's no way that I could share you
That would break my heart to pieces
Honestly the truth is

 

“You seem to have sobered up.” I say to him as he hugs me closer to him. And it was true. He really appears to be clear-headed. How does he do that? Sober up in a matter of minutes?

“I had to if I wanted to make a special song request,” he mumbles in my neck.

 
If I could just die in your arms
I wouldn’t mind
Cause every time you touch me
I just die in your arms
Oooh, it feels so right
So baby baby please don't stop girl

 

“I should’ve guessed you would be the one to ask for a J.B song.” I say. He hums, smiling.


Ooh, baby I know loving you ain't easy
It sure is worth a try

 

 Suddenly, Niall leans in to kiss me, but I back away. The blonde gives me a hurt look.

“I-I-I have to go to the bathroom,” I stammer, leaving him to head to the bathroom.

I open the first door to find a green looking Louis, emptying his insides in a toilet. Liam is behind him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Are you two alright?” I enquire, worry creased on my forehead. I may hate them, but nobody deserves to be pained.

Louis vomits again.

“Yeah we're fine. Louis here drank too much I think,” Liam explains.

“I did not!” Louis protests standing up. “Was only a couple shots!” he complains, before bending over again.

“Yeah well you’ll have to learn you don’t have an Irishman’s tolerance to alcohol,” Liam laughs.

“Lucky bastards,” I hear Louis mutter. I smirk.

“Take care of him Li.” I say before heading into the other bathroom. I wash my face once with water, before digging it a towel to dry it. I sigh in exhaustion, confused about everything. My feelings for each boy... Why I made Zayn think I was okay with what he's done...Why I didn’t kiss Niall...Why I feel sorry for some of the boys... Why I was gonna escape...

 It's all a jumbled mess in my head as I ask Liam for the time.

“Hey Liam... What time is it?” I question, walking back to the first bathroom.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he replies, still taking care of sick looking Louis. “Why?”

“I had promised myself I wouldn’t do anything silly before eight...” I reply.

“What kind of silly?” Louis asks, redressing himself a little, getting excited.

“Getting drunk.”

At this, he vomits again. And I laugh. So these two aren’t gonna be a problem.

“Gotta go!” I tell them. I immediately go to Liam’s room, searching for my sling bag. I search in his closet, in his cupboards, and nothing. Deceived, I huff, before looking under his bed. Bingo. I grab it breathlessly before I head to my room, grasping Padgett and stuffing him into the bag.

“Sorry,” I whisper to the stuffed animal as his head is squashed into the sack.

That being done, I run down the stairs, careful not to be seen by any member of the band.

 I risk an eye on Niall, Harry and Zayn as I reach the entrance to my escape.

Niall is taking shots with Zayn while Harry is dancing drunkenly with random girls, gripping their asses every once in a while. I roll my eyes, making sure they don’t see me as I open the door. I squint in the darkness, seeing the outline of a car. Alana’s head pops out.

“Here Sophie! Quick!” she yells. I sprint to her car, hopping in rapidly.

“Thanks so much! Did they see me?” I ask, taking deep breaths as she starts the car.

“You’re welcome and no you’re safe. So, where to?” she demands, her car leaving the place I never wanted to see again.

“1345 Horan Street,” I pant, relaxing into my seat. She nods.

“You made it Soph,” she says. “It’s over.”

My eyes drop in exhaustion. I made it.

Suddenly, my cell phone vibrates on my leg, where my sling back lay. Digging into the bag, I open it.

 

You’re in trouble. We’ll find you. I swear.

-L

 

I start crying. “No. No it’s not over. It’s not over Alana!” I sob.

“I’ll get you out of this,” Alana reassures. “I’ll take you to your cousin safely if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Thank you so much.” I hiccup.

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