Dirty Little Bastards

"Now you listen here you ungrateful little twat, the only reason you're here is for pleasure and that is it! Understand? If you weren't so hot, I frankly wouldn't care a damn about you." Harry Styles and Niall Horan have become wickedly bad and even sexier in this story. Will Mia ever escape the wrath of Harry and Niall, will the other three dashing boys come to her rescue? What happened the night she got kidnapped, did they drug her? Read to find out... xx -Molly

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1. The rusty chair

  Why do I feel so stiff and why does my neck have such an ache to it?  Wait, my hands are numb!  "Mom, my hands are numb, please get me something to fix it!"  I screamed as loud as I can. 

She didn't hear me.  I decided to open my eyes because they have been shut awhile. It's pitch black, please say I haven't gone blind, that would suck.  Totally suck.  I moved my fingers like I was playing that old piano concerto in B flat by Tchaikovsky.  My hands are tied behind my back, my hands are tied behind my back, WHAT?!?!  Oh no, how much did I have to drink tonight at that stupid party?  Why can't my life just be a little normal for a change.  

"Okay, who ever has put me in this... situation it is not funny.  I request to be let out now, and I mean now!"  I yelled with a lot of annoyance in my voice.  

"Darling little Mia, why the harsh attitude towards me?  Tonight it seemed as if you were having a fantastic time grinding your thin little body against mine."  His low and cocky British accent spoke from the far right corner of the room.    

"I had way too much to drink tonight so please, whatever I did, I didn't mean it, honestly.  Just turn on the lights and we can make a deal or something."  I said with a plan to escape.  

As soon as he would turn on the lights and undid my hands, I was going to whack him with this chair and make a run for it.  

"Turn on the lights please, any time now would be super, thanks."  I said with slight sarcasm in my voice. 

Finally!  The lights turned on and flickered a bit.  Ugh, what horrendous lights.  They shine green and are a weird circular shape.  I searched around the room looking left and right trying to hop and look if I could see the person that owned the voice in the right corner.  No one.  All I can see is a couple of speakers placed in the corners of the light blue room and a mirror dead ahead of me.  My dark colored hair contrasted quite a bit with my pale skin and strapless purple sequined above the knee dress.  

"Okay now that you have turned on the lights please untie my hands and feet.  It is a real inconvenience."  I said with pure hatred in my small voice.  

Why do guys always have to be such arrogant little assholes anyways?  Aren't they supposed to be nice gentlemen who would do anything to protect us or are movies really better than real life? 

"Now love, I thought you'd enjoy a little game.  How about you come here and show us something and we'll call it even.  Ok?"  A different guy now, an Irish accent was poking through the dirty old speakers.  

"Wait, that is a two-way mirror.  You can see and hear me but I can't see you and I can only hear you when you speak into the mic.  You are all a pair of dirty little bastards with very poor taste. I mean come on, look at this chair I am strapped to.  It is an orange rusty color and very, very uncomfortable.  I'm sure that kidnapping isn't a job that pays well but at least buy better furniture."  I said in desperate need of a strongly scented bath. 

"Now you listen here you ungrateful little twat, the only reason you're here is for pleasure and that is it!  Understand?  If you weren't so hot, I frankly wouldn't care a damn about you." The British accent spoke again with a lot of fucking ignorance. 

"You little whiny bitch of a Brit, you listen to me.  As soon as I get out of this little dump, I will go straight to the police and get your ass put in jail, understand?  So calm the fuck down and let me go!"  I shouted with tears streaming down my cheeks. 

The door started to open and out walked Harry Edward Styles and Niall James Horan.  You have got to be kidding me, my kidnappers are 2/5 members of my favorite band?!?!  Well, that changes the way I think about them. 

"That's right sweet cheeks, welcome to Hell."  Niall said with a grin. 

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