Taken {Complete}

*One Direction Fan-fiction*: Katie is your seemingly average 18 year old, but with a scarred past. After escaping her parents and ending up across the country in the big wonder of Manhattan, one of the most heavily populated boroughs of New York City, she thinks the worst of her problems are behind her. She just wants a normal life, to grow up and maybe dabble in music, to just live her life. With her previous happenings, she's basically given up on love, but you can be happy with friends, right? But when she is kidnapped late one night after a long night at work, will she escape, or will her past come back to haunt her? All she wanted was to be normal, but she knows now that can never happen.

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7. The Hard Way

((WARNING: This chapter is a bit smutty. Don't say I didn't warn you, so read at your own risk! {Meh, I don't think it's too bad...! :P}))

  "I swear I didn't grab her too tight!" an exasperated voice sounds above me, startling me slightly.
  Everything is dark. Realization floods through me as I recognize my surroundings by sound, and I lay still to listen to them.
  "She should've woken up by now though, Liam!" an Irish voice cuts in.
  "You're right, mate," Liam replies, and suddenly they're silent.
  "Did you see her eyelids flicker?" Harry asks, his voice suddenly closer.
  "Yeah. I think she's waking up!" Louis exclaims, and I decide that my cover is basically blown.
  I slowly blink open my eyes, squinting up at the blurry faces above me. I groan softly as the light hits my eyes, blinding me.
  "It lives!" Louis laughs, smiling down at me. 
  Their faces slowly come into focus as I blink rapidly, clearing the sleep from my eyes with my hands. They're all sitting around the bed, gazing down at me. I try push them away as I stretch, but they don't budge, and instead they frown at me.
  "Why do you keep pushing us away? We only want to help you," Niall says, looking down at me with confused expression.
  "I don't want your help," I mutter, once more trying to push them away with my legs as I stretch, but this time their faces harden.
  "Sometimes things don't always go the way you want," Zayn says, pinning my left leg to the bed so I can't move it.
  I struggle to free it from his grasp, but quickly realize that it's hopeless, and choose to save my strength.
  "That's better," Zayn smirks, but instead of loosening his grip as expected, he tightens it more, making me gasp in pain.
  "If I remember correctly, your attitude hasn't exactly been respectful. That is one of the rules, remember? Oh wait, of course you do. You were there," Harry states, a smirk slowly etching itself onto his face.
  "And I think we all know a punishment suitable for you," he adds, licking his lips. 
  My eyes widen, and before I can really process it my body goes into defense mode. My right leg shoots out of the covers and delivers a hard strike to Zayn, catching him off balance enough to tumble to the floor with a groan. The second my other leg is free I use it to kick off the covers, freeing myself. I dive past the dumbfounded boys, doing a summersault into a standing position before turning to them. 
  They stand as one, their eyes blazing. I cower like prey before them, until I realize the door is to my back. Hope floods through me as I spin towards it, lunging for the handle. I never reach it though. As I leap for it, one of them catches my foot and suddenly the floor is rushing up to meet me. I scream, my arms whipping up to protect me from the fall. My elbows painfully break my fall, causing me to gasp. 
  "KATIE!" they bellow simultaneously, and suddenly I'm yanked back towards them. 
  I flail my arms and legs, doing anything to get away. Tight hands grasp each of my limbs though as I'm hauled back onto the bed, but I still don't stop fighting. 
  "Katie, we can do this the hard way, or we can do this the easy way. It's your choice," Liam growls.
  I stop for a moment, but then give it all I've got, bucking and arching my body, doing anything I can to get away.
  "The hard way it is," he hisses, pressing me to the bed as the others each secure a limb with painful strength. 
  He pulls a cloth from his pocket, ad instantly I freeze, my eyes widening with a new-found fear.
  "N-no, please!" I gasp, trying to move my head side to side as he brings the cloth to my face.
  He sighs angrily and grabs a handful of my hair, forcing my head to stay in place. I scream in pain, but he quickly places the cloth over my mouth. Tears well in my eyes as I hold in my breath. Being unable to hold it in any longer, and suck in a breath, the world slowly fading.
  "You brought this on yourself Katie. You chose the hard way," is the last thing I hear as I black out, Liam's voice echoing in my head as the darkness sweeps me away.
~*****~
  A cold breeze awakes me. My eyes flutter open and I gaze around the room, not recognizing it. I groan at my stiff muscles, then stretch, only to freeze in pain. My wrists and ankles are each tied tightly to a corner pole on the bed frame, not allowing for much movement. 
  I lift my head enough to see that I'm wearing only the t-shirt from earlier, along with my undergarments. The bastards stole my pants. Or theirs, I guess, since I hadn't changed out of the sweats from this morning, or yesterday morning, for all I know. The door to the room opens as five familiar figures shuffle in, surrounding the bed.
  "Good, you're awake," Zayn says, smirking.
  "Why-" I start, but I'm cut off.
  "Don't talk," Liam says harshly.
  I honestly wish I could just sink into the bed and disappear. I can only guess what they're planning to do by their hungry stares, and I shiver at the thought. They look me up an down, practically undressing me with their eyes. I try to hide myself better, but only end up worsening the pains in my wrists and ankles from the ropes.
  "Now, you will receive the consequences for your actions," Niall simply states, as if he were merely saying what's for lunch.
  "W-what?" I stutter, forgetting about Liam's command.
  I cry out in pain as I feel a hand connect with my check, and it stings badly as I can't press a hand to it to cease the pain.
  "I said no talking," Liam growls at me, his eyes blazing. 
  I whimper and try pressing myself into the bed, anything to get away from them.
  "Anyway, you have not followed the rules Katie. Not only have you tried to escape twice, but you also told someone of your situation," Harry states, glaring at me.
  My eyebrows knit together in confusion.
  "But I didn't-" I'm cut off yet again, another had connecting to my cheek.
  I scream, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.
  "How many times am I going to have to tell you to keep your mouth shut, Katie?" Liam bellows, his muscles tensing in anger.
  I shake my head, not wanting to get hit again. 
  "We know you told that girl. Why else would she give you her number, unless it was to help you escape? We were trying to be nice, but I guess it's going to take more for you to learn that you can't disobey us," Zayn seethes, narrowing his eyes at me.
  Louis sighs in exasperation, turning his gaze on me. 
  "We didn't want to do this so soon, but you've given us no other choice Katie. There's no other way for us to get you to understand that you are ours, and we're never letting you go," Harry says, placing his hand on my stomach.
  I squirm under his touch, my eyes widening in fear as I realize they're really going to do it. For so long I've protected my innocence, promising myself I'd save it for the person I loved the most, the one I'd marry. It was never supposed to be taken away forcefully by five kidnapping perverts. 
  Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined it to be taken like this.
  "No, please. P-please!" I murmur, my voice hoarse as my throat constricts, the tears spilling out of my eyes.
  "Shhh, it's alright love. We won't be too harsh," Niall soothes, brushing a tear away from my face before placing a kiss on my forehead.
  "No!" I sob, fear racking through me.
  "It's alright, love. It won't be too bad," Louis adds, sympathy in his voice.
  Harry's hand travels up towards my breasts, and I open my mouth to scream, but a firm hand clamps over it.
  "None of that, Katie. No one can hear you, and it just hurts our ears when you scream. I promise you'll enjoy this. There are thousands of girls that would die to be in your place right now," Harry says, then slowly takes his hand off of my mouth, placing it next to his other one on my upper region. 
  "Then take one of them! I don't want this!" I spit, but it only results in Harry's hands tightening around my breasts through my shirt, making me gasp in pain.
  "I think she needs less on, don't you lads?" he asks, ignoring me.
  "Yeah," they say, and Harry smirks.
  "I think I know a solution," his hands leave my body, instead grabbing onto the fabric covering it. 
  Before I can protest, he quickly rips the material apart, exposing my body in only a bra and underwear.
  "Stop!" I cry as his hands return to their previous positions, now massaging them.  
  I struggle and squirm, but it doesn't do much. Harry laughs, and it reminds me of my past once more, of a time I'd like to have forgotten.
~*~Flashback~*~
  "C'mon babe, lets do it tonight," David nags, tossing his crooked smile my way as he whines.
  I laughed, smiling at him.
  "You know I don't want to until I'm married," I reply, leaning in to kiss him.
  Our lips meet and it quickly becomes heated, our lips moving in sync. I smile on his lips as he picks me up and carries me to the bed. 
  "I really can't do this yet," I murmur as I pull away slightly, my eyes pleading.
  He tenses, his gaze filling with hurt, soon replaced by anger.
  "I thought you loved me Katie! If you did, you'd be fine with this!" he says, his voice rising.
  "If you loved me David, you'd respect my boundaries!" I fire back. 
  "I can't believe you! You're such a tease! We've been together for over a year and the most we've done is have heated kissing moments! We need to step it up!" he shouts now, shaking in anger as he towers over me.
  I cower under him, but still answer back defiantly.
  "I'm not ready, okay? Not now, David, maybe next time!" I say, staring up into his blazing eyes.
  Suddenly his hand connects with my cheek, my head whipping to the side due to the impact. It stings painfully as I slowly turn to face him, tears glistening in my eyes.
  "You- you hit me!" I shout, rage boiling in me now.
  "And I'll do it again if I have to," he growls coldly.
  I open my mouth to reply, but his lips force themselves onto mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. His mouth trails away from my mouth, leaving kisses on my chin, before latching firmly onto my neck.
  "David, stop!" I whimper as he painfully sucks at the tender skin on my neck.
  I cry out in pain as he bites it, feeling him smile at my reaction against my skin. He lifts away, seeming satisfied. I stare at him in horror as he leans down next to my ear, whispering quietly but coldly into it.
  "Next time, I won't let you off so easily. You're mine, and it's time you started acting like it," he seethes, pulling away from me with a smirk. 
  The tears finally fall as he swiftly removes himself from me, storming out of the apartment, slamming the door in his wake.  
    That was the first time he hit me, the day our relationship fell apart as the love disappeared the second he laid a hand on me.

~*~Flashback Over~*~
  Tears fog my eyes, and I glance up at Harry, but his face molds into the one that haunts my dreams.
  "Stop, please!" I whimper, struggling once more at the restraints.
  "Katie, you've brought this on yourself," he rasps, smirking down at me with that smile that is all too familiar.
  "Stop David!" I cry, squeezing my eyes shut as the tears spill from my eyes, making their way down my cheeks and leaving trails of moisture in their wake.
  He freezes, and I can feel him tense up. I crack open my eyes fearfully, afraid that he'll hit me.
  "I'm sorry David," I whisper, my throat constricting with fear. 
  "David," he murmurs, so softly that I wouldn't be able to hear if he weren't right above me.
  I blink my eyes open in confusion as his hands instantly leave my body, though he still straddles my waist. His face transforms once more, revealing Harry, his mouth open in shock.
  "Did he-" he stops, his eyes locking onto my scars. 
  I shiver as his fingertips gently trace the scars, leaving them tingling. 
  "I'm so sorry Katie," he chokes, tears forming in his eyes. 
  He leans forward, his fingers fumbling with the knot on my right wrist. Almost instantly I feel the other ones being removed as well. Harry finally removes his, taking longer due to the fact he's shaking. He crawls off of me, and I instantly curl into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. I press my face into the bed, letting it soak up my tears as my body shakes with sobs. 
  "We're sorry, love," they murmur, and I can feel their gazes on me. 
  I turn my teary eyes towards them warily, only to see their eyes glistening with un-shed tears as well. Louis lifts me up into his arms bridal style, but I react like a child, not wanting their hands on my exposed body at all. I squirm, but he whispers soothing things in my ear to calm me down, and eventually I do, curling into him to hide my body.
  "Shhh, it's alright, love. It's okay," he murmurs softly as he carries me out of the room and back to my own. 
  He lays me gently on the bed as the other boys follow him in, softly shutting the door behind them. The second I'm on the bed I dive under the covers, covering my body protectively with them. They look down at me, their tears falling silently as my sobs come to an end, leaving me feeling cried out. 
  Slowly they walk towards the bed, and I freeze in fear as Liam bends over me. His eyebrows knit together with concern before he lays down on the bed, wrapping his arms around me. Before long the others join him, and soon I am at the bottom of a huge group hug. I don't say or do anything, and neither do they. We all just lay there for at least ten minutes before Niall's  voice pipes up from somewhere above me, asking the question I knew would be asked at some time or another.
  "Who's David?" he asks, his voice full of sorrow. 
  I don't answer his question, instead closing my eyes tightly, trying to keep the memories fighting their way back to me from overwhelming me.
  "Katie?" Liam whispers, but I just shake my head, my body still numb from everything that has happened.
  We lay there even longer, and I feel myself drift off to sleep, unaware of when they'll retreat from their pile.

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