Beautiful Monster

Amelia was an feisty innocent girl until a dark figure came into her normal, safe life, turning it upside down and inside out...


18. Chapter 18

What the actual fuck? Was this Liam kid really going to get me out or here or was he just fucking with my head? I sat on the bed by myself, thinking the short conversation that just happened a few minutes ago. I really hope this wasn’t some game he was playing. I’m tired of games. 


    There was a loud clicking sound then the door was opened, revealing the one called Zayn. He came in and the door was shut behind him then locked. We stared at each other for a moment before he walked further into the room, sitting beside me on the bed. He raised his hand, cupping my uninjured cheek. He leaned forward, his lips in my ear seductively.


    “Me and Liam are going to get you out of here but you’ve got to play along. I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you if you do exactly as I tell you to. This is going to be a bit embarrassing but the others have been watching me closely ever since I told them to back off for the day. Please don’t make me hurt you.” Zayn whispered in my ear before his teeth caught it, nibbling a little. I nodded my head once, not trusting my voice. I’ll do what ever it takes to get out of here.


    His hand slid down from my face, dropping to my shoulder. He pushed me back onto the bed, leaning across me to kiss my shoulder.


    “I really, really don’t want to hurt you. Please, please, please follow my lead.” Zayn whispered into my ear as his hand slid down my side and under my shirt. I whimpered but nodded my head. What ever it takes, I reminded myself. What ever it takes.


    “ Get further up on the bed.” Zayn commanded loudly, making sure anyone who was listening could hear.


    I scrambled up to the pillows, taking my position once again. Zayn took this opportunity to get off the bed and strip down to his boxers, making my heart beat go faster, thumping like crazy in my chest. He motioned for me to get off the bed and stand in front of him. I did as I was told, standing in front of him in a blood stained shirt and shorts.


    “Strip.” he commanded. I looked at him in shock, seeing his jaw clench. He brought his hand up, preparing to strike when I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts to my ankles, my face burning. I never should have trusted him. He’s just using me.


    “Good girl. Now, the bra.” he said, dropping his hand back to his side. He raised his eyebrows at me as I twisted one arm behind my back, unhooking the bra before sliding the straps off my shoulders and letting it fall to my feet. 


    Zayn pointed towards the bed, making me nod my head once and climb back on to it. I laid on my back with my arms to my sides and my legs closed. I watched has Zayn climb up from the bottom of the bed, grabbing the covers and pulling them along as he covered my body with his.


    “While you were asleep, they put in a camera above the doorway. Thank God Louis doesn’t like other people hearing his sex noises or else we would be fucked. They can only see.” Zayn mummered against my skin as he kissed the bare skin around my collar bone. I hummed in response, letting him know I heard him.


    “This is going to get really sketchy and really uncomfortable but I promise there will be a sheet between us.” He said against my neck as one hand brushed against the underside of my right breast. Ugh, they have all seen me topless. Great.


    I felt Zayn’s hand got down in between us, one finger hooking the front of my panties. I must have froze or something because Zayn’s surprisingly calming voice was telling me it was going to be okay, reminding me of the sheet. I allowed him to slid my knickers off, his own boxers soon following. I flinched as his bare member rubbed against my inner thigh, earning multiple apologies from him. 


    The sheet was tugged up between us, Zayn cleverly disguising it at him doing something sexual as he let his head fall back, his mouth slightly open as he rolled his hips forward. Ugh, I think I’m going to be sick. He leaned forward, positioning his body over mine and in between my legs.


    “You’re doing so good, so good. I’m sorry but we have to make it look real. I’m sorry.” He muttered as he grabbed one of my hands and knotting it in his hair at the back of his head. 


    “This might hurt if you’re still sore. Don’t hold back if it does, that’s what they are looking for.” He whispered as he rolled his hips into mine, rubbing against me through the sheet. I whimpered, earning quiet apologies from the dark boy.


    “After I leave out of here, I’m going to leave the door unlocked..... In the hallway there will be a door in the ceiling.......... it leads to the attic. There will be a closet looking thing in there, go through it and up the stairs...........It leads to the roof. In the very back there will be a ladder that will go all the way down.......... Once you hit the ground you run....... and don’t look back.” 

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