Kate Wilson is your ordinary 19 year old girl. She has a job at Starbucks and while on her way home from work one night meets a boy who changes her life completely for the worse. Read to find out what happens on Kate's horrific journey of getting to know her kidnapper, Harry Styles.


7. Chapter 7

I sat down at the table and watched as he flipped a couple of pancakes over the oven. I wasn't really in the mood for breakfast. I didn't really know what I was in the mood for anymore. All that was on my mind was planning an escape route, which would be far from easy.

I didn't know my way around the house, nor did I know where the house even was. I didn't even know what Harry's last name was! All I know is that my life will consist of sitting in chair from morning until night, and it will consist of doing just that for a long time until I can find a way out of it which is basically seeming like mission impossible at this rate.

He walked over to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of juice then placed it on the table.

"Do you want syrup on your pancakes or do you like them plain?" He asked, taking two forks and knives out of a drawer aside the oven.

"Syrup please." He handed me a plate with two golden pancakes laying on it, to my surprise they looked pretty good. I was expecting something a lot less appetizing, he was my kidnapper after all. He placed a sliver fork and knife on a napkin beside me and took his seat across directly across from me on the other side of the table. I began to slice my pancakes.

"Let's play a game. I ask you 10 questions and you as me 10. Then we can get to know each other." He looked over at me and awaited an answer.

"Sure. I'll go first. Where are we?" I asked.

"You don't need to know that. It's not important."

"It kinda is." I mumbled.

"I said it wasn't important Kate. Let's move on." His deep voice sent chills down my spine.

"Okay fine. How do you know my name?" I placed my fork down beside my plate. This game was a great opportunity to get some answers.

"I can find out everything about anyone if I truly wish to know about them." He stated. "But as for your name, it was on your Starbucks uniform." He grinned. Of course, why didn't I think of that? I blushed, feeling extremely stupid. He chuckled at my embarrassment and moved on with the game.

"Okay, my turn." His long fingers tapped along the edge of the table as he pondered long and hard for a good question to ask me. He smirked and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Are you a virgin?"


"You heard me, are you a virgin?"

"Why does that matter?" I asked, turning a bright shade of pink once again. Of all questions he could have asked me, he had to ask that one. Being a virgin was one of my biggest insecurities and embarrassments that I have.

"Because I'm curious and I want to know. Now answer the question, are you a virgin?" He repeated once again.

"Yes." I mumbled, hardly loud enough for myself to hear.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?" He acted as if she already knew the answer to the question and he was just clarifying that he was correct. I took a deep breath and tried to answer once more.

"Yes, I'm a virgin." I stated. He smirked, finishing the last of his pancakes.

"Okay. Your turn." He pushed his empty plate aside and placed his elbows on the table, starring at me waiting for me to ask him a question.

"What do you want with me? Why am I here?" I had wanted to ask that question since the second I walked through the door and I'm happy to let the words finally flow out of my mouth.

"That's difficult. There's many reasons. Again, that's not important." What does he mean 'that's not important?' It really is! I have no idea where I am or why I was even brought here in the first place and this could be where I'm staying for the the rest of my life. It has plenty of importance!

"Yes it is important! Why won't you answer any of my questions?" I yelled, getting impatient. He stood up and grabbed my forearm, dragging me down the hallway. I stumbled trying to keep up with his quick movements. He dragged me into the old basement where the chair is. He threw me into it and began harshly tying up the ropes. Tears streamed down my face. His eyes met with mine as his face inched closer and closer to me. I shut my eyes and attempted to block him out but failed.

"Don't yell at me. Treat me with respect." He growled.

"How can I have respect for you?! You're a monster!" I sobbed. He stood up and quickly left the room, slamming the door behind him. I just sat there, in complete silence and darkness. Trying to calm myself down, I knew crying had no value in this situation. Though, it was hard to make myself stop.

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