“Sweetheart,” The curly-haired boy purrs softly, his eyes never leaving mine. “You know what happened yesterday with Niall and Liam? Well it can happen again. We’re all bold enough to do explicit things right here, right now, in front of the other boys,” He explains, a malicious smile on his face. “But all you have to do to prevent a repeat of last night’s event is spill everything you know about Sophie. So for your sake, I strongly suggest you start talking.”
“You won’t really punish me...You’re bluffing,” I utter, taken aback by his closeness.
“Oh am I?” He mocks. “Louis? Zayn? Help me out please.”
I try struggling a way out of his grasp to no avail. Harry and Zayn end up keeping me pinned to a sitting position on the couch, Louis placing himself in front of me.
“And we can’t take part in this, why?” Liam scowls as I twist and turn in their grasps.
“You had your fun yesterday,” Harry shrugs. “You're lucky enough we’re even letting you watch.”
“Let go of me or I’m going to scream and let the driver of the bus know you’re abusing me,” I threaten, tugging hard on my arms.
“Scream all you want princess, he’s on another part of the bus; he won’t hear you,” Niall informs, smirking. “Besides, you would’ve done that beforehand if you would have really thought it’d work.”
“Let go for fuck’s sake! I won’t tell you sickos anything!” I holler as I keep resisting. “Let me go!”
My scream gets caught in my throat as Louis unzips my pants, hastily shoving his hand inside. His fingers graze my center. I try recoiling away from him me but Harry and Zayn stay firmly in place, forcing me to stay put.
“Am I right to assume Sophie is your twin sister?” Zayn begins.
“No please,” I shake my head, ignoring the question.
“Anne we want an answer.”
“No way! No, no, no! Get Louis away from me!” I protest as one of the blue-eyed boy’s fingertips press in.
“Are you going to talk, or am I actually going to have to push my finger all the way inside?” He cocks his head sideways.
“Please no,” I blabber, attempting to shut my thighs shut. “You are all mental. Get away from me!”
I whine as he shoves one in.
“Every time you don’t answer, I’m adding a finger understood? That gives you ten chances... That is if your body is able to take two hands without much preparation.”
They are sick people, yet I’m the one who feels like vomiting.
“Anne, is Sophie your sister?” Harry repeats.
“YES!” I give in, thrashing in their grip. “Now leave me alone! You’ve got your answer!” I whimper.
“We’re not done,” Zayn chuckles. “Does she know of your existence?”
“I don’t know!” I shout, still squirming in Harry’s and Zayn’s grasps. “Let go you’re hurting me!”
“Anne... Tell us the truth,” Zayn chastises.
I whinge as another one of his fingers enters me harshly.
“Anne, the truth.”
“Hey Lou spread her legs a bit more,” Liam proposes. “We’ll have a better view.”
“No no no!” I protest as he obliges almost immediately. My skin turns burgundy in shame and humiliation as I feel even more exposed to their eyes. “You guys need help! You’re fucked up!”
I jump and squeal as Louis slaps my thigh hard.
“No cussing. We want an answer.”
“God dammit yes she knows of me! I talked to her just yesterday alright!” I blabber.
“Well that’s interesting,” Harry muses. “That means you know where she is right now, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I deny firmly, still moving violently in their hold. I had said too much already. Dad’s going to kill me if these boys don’t do it beforehand.
Without warning, Louis’s third finger goes inside.
“Where is Sophie, Anne?” He demands.
No, no, no! I can’t tell them! Shaking, I stay silent, pressing my lips into a firm line. Louis’s blue eyes meet mine tauntingly as he shoves in a fourth digit. I groan and stop thrashing in the boys grip, too overwhelmed by the throbbing pain in my lower regions.
“Love, you really don’t want to be fisted without prep or anything. So just answer the question,” Niall says simply. “We’ll bring you home as soon as you do,” he continues.
“She’s with our father.” I finally let out.
“Your father?” Liam frowns.
I’m so sorry Dad. I’m about to ruin everything we’ve worked on for the last year. But I have to.
“Yes. He and I have been researching on you boys for the last year or so, attempting to get my sister back to safety,” I explain, letting out a shaky breath. “On December 6th, we managed to take her back; get her away from you sick folks,” I spew.
I feel Harry’s grip tightening around my limbs. Right, he ‘loves’ her.
“So basically, what you’re telling us is that Sophie didn’t leave me out of her own free will?” He says slowly.
Do I lie? No I can’t... Louis will shove his entire fist inside me if he thinks I’m lying. I shudder. Biting my lip, I shut my eyes before shaking my head negatively. “We took her back and made it look like she did.” I admit.
The Cheshire boy lets out a cry that sounded angry and pained at the same time, pulling at his curls.
“Where is she now?!” The green-eyed boy asks, frustrated.
“No I’m not telling yo―”
“Answer the fucking question or Louis shoves his hand in! Where is she?!” He hollers, face red.
“She’s here in New York okay!” I whimper, scared.
The boys all let out a breath they we’re holding. The younger one takes a couple more to calm himself.
“You’re going to take us to her.” Harry decides, letting go of my limbs. Zayn and Louis also release me and I hurriedly pull my pants back up, standing to stop him.
“No I can’t―”
“Oh yes you can, and you will.” He seethes, his green eyes piercing mine menacingly. I shrink back into the couch as he continues, “You’ll take us there tonight after the show because after that, we’re leaving for L.A,” He ends, before leaving.
“Harry wait up!” Liam follows behind the younger boy.
I stare blankly at the wall. What did I just do?
I don’t answer Niall.
“Anne why didn’t you tell us you weren’t Sophie yesterday?” The blonde boy presses.
“Are you fucking deaf maybe?” I state angrily. “I told you a million fucking times!”
“Stop swearing,” Zayn warns, huffing as he sits beside me. Grumbling, I scoot away from him, ending up closer to Louis. Reminiscing what he’d done just a few seconds ago, I move back to my initial position disgusted.
“What I meant is, you could’ve just told us you were her sister from the start,” Niall explains. “It could’ve saved you some trouble.”
“Would you have believed me?” I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. He stays silent. “Exactly. And why would I even risk putting her in danger again? I spent the last fucking―”
I squeal as Zayn slaps my thigh.
“Quit swearing.” The dark boy demands. “It’s the only thing we’re asking you to do so far.”
“Like I was saying,” I scowl rubbing my thigh as I glare at Zayn, “I spent the last 3 months looking for her; I wasn’t just going to hand her over!”
“Wait. What do you mean put her in danger?” Louis frowns.
“So you guys are deaf and blind. Wow.” I mutter sarcastically.
“I think we saved her more than we harmed her,” Louis protests.
“If abusing means saving then okay, you’re right,” I snap.
“No. What we mean is we took care of her, gave her a home and food, as well as love. We gave her everything that none of her family members even thought of giving.” Niall defends. “You and you father weren’t there when her mother gave up on her so don’t you dare reproach us for anything.”
“How did you expect me to give her love?! I didn’t even know I had a twin sister until last November! Our parents kept it a secret! And some days I wish they would’ve kept it like that! I wouldn’t be in this fuckhole with you guys if it wasn’t for her!”
“Do you even realize how lucky you are compared to her?! How her life sucked a couple years ago?” The blonde bursts. “You were living a good life while she fought to stay sane with an alcoholic mother!” He yells.
I shake my head, my vision blurring with tears as memories come back to me.
“Me? Lucky?! Hold the fuck up! She spent only six years of her life struggling! I spent ten years! Ten fucking years! Jumping from one orphanage to another! Don’t you think I needed a parent too? It’s not my fault she got the alcoholic one!” I cry angrily.
“Enough with the screaming,” Zayn mumbles, rubbing his temples. “And Anne I said no swearing.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I blubber, hugging my knees to my chest. My head is pounding. “I don’t give a fuck about anything right now I just want to go home,” I continue, hiding my face into my arms as I calm down.
“Guys,” Liam says, poking his head out of a room. “Paul says were arriving in about five minutes, and we gotta hurry off the bus when we do because we’ll be tight on the schedule.”
“What are we going to do with Anne?” Louis frowns. I lift my head upon hearing my name. “I say we tie her up and leave her here.”
“Letting me go could also be a great idea,” I mutter, loud enough for all of them to hear me.
“Ah-ha really funny,” Louis rolls his eyes.
“We can’t leave her here,” Zayn shakes his head, motioning around. “If someone comes in the bus unexpectedly, they’ll see her right away. I say we gag her and tie her up, and hide her in one of the bunks. She’ll be less visible that way. Also, we punish her for swearing.”
“Because tying me up and gagging me isn’t punishment enough,” I say sarcastically.
“You don’t know punishment if you think that would be one,” Louis shakes his head. “So she’ll be in which bunk?”
“She could roll off if she’s in the lower ones... So either she’s in mine or in Liam’s.” Niall states, passing his hand into his bleached hair.
“And I don’t get a say in this?” I ask.
“Liam’s too messy,” Zayn shakes his head, ignoring me completely.
“Mine it is. C’mon we have three minutes to tie her up securely,” The Irish boy concludes, grabbing my arm and making me stand up. I pull away, disgusted by his filthy hands.
“I say we tie her up naked as punishment... Just so it’s not too harsh. She’s new to this after all,” Liam proposes from the side of the cramped living room.
“I’m okay with that,” Louis nods, just like the two other boys.
“I’m not,” I stammer.
“I’ll get the ropes,” Liam sighs.
“No. No. No. Don’t. Touch. Me. Don’t even think about it.” I protest weakly, seeing the other boys’ lustful eyes. I recoil away from them until the back of my knees hits the couch ad I tumble backwards. “No please!” I beg, placing my arms in front of me protectively.
I’m once again ignored as Niall, Louis and Zayn start undressing a thrashing me. “Let me go!” I whimper.
I try covering myself as much as possible once my clothes are off but Louis holds my arms to my side as Liam and Zayn wrap the ropes around my frail body. I’m flushed in humiliation once they’re done and I’m completely naked before them. The bus stops at that moment.
“Lads we gotta go,” Liam instructs.
“I’ll take care of her,” Niall reassures, waving the boys off. “Tell them I’ll be there in two.”
“No don’t leave me alone with him!” I plea.
“You’ll lock the door behind you?” Zayn enquires.
“Make sure they’re locked Niall... We need her to find Sophie,” Harry warns.
“Yeah,” Niall nods. They leave.
I squeal as Niall picks me up bridal style. I start twisting and turning in his arms as he carries me to the bunk beds.
“Stop moving; I’m going to drop you,” He huffs.
“I don’t care!” I say, moving even more violently. The ropes burn my bare skin but I don’t care.
I feel his biceps contracting as he heaves me up to the higher beds, and throws me in. A gag is wrapped around my mouth seconds later. I struggle even more, trying to get the ropes to loosen to no avail.
I freeze in shock as a blanket is placed over me.
“I’m only doing this because I don’t want you to freeze too much... It’s January after all.” He mumbles cutting me off. He looks at me longly for mere seconds, before leaving me without another word.
I grimace in confusion, before resuming my fight against the tight ropes.