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.


9. Chapter 9

My fingers lightly thumped on the table that was placed aside the couch. Once again, nothing good was on television to watch.

I looked around the dusty old living room pondering on what I would do with Kate. Would I just kill her and get it over with or will I get to know her first? It never really bothered me before, I never really had to think about it. I just decided I would kill and that would be the end of it. Why am I overthinking it now?

I walk over to the tall wooden door and place my hand on the door nob. As it slowly creaks open I can hear quiet sobs coming from the corner of the room where she is tied up in her chair.

"What do you want from me?!" She screams, tears rushing down her face. I say nothing. That is the problem, I don't know what I want from her.

"Please just tell me what you want so I can leave and go back home to my family. Please." She pleaded softly. I stepped inside the dark room and shut the door. Her breath started to hitch as I approached her chair.

"You just hang in there sweetheart. You shouldn't be here for too much longer." I whispered.

Kate's P.O.V

I shivered as his cold breath lingered down my neck. What did he mean? Did he mean he was going to let me go or did he mean he was going to kill me? At this point, I would settle for either one. As long as I get to leave this place.

His soft cold lips left gentle kisses up my neck and on my jawline. I closed me eyes, wishing this was all over. I wanted to go outside again, I wanted to see the sunlight again. I want to go back to Starbucks where I feel safe, back home with my family and friends. Will I ever make it out of here? Or will I take my last breath tied up in this chair?

He slowly removed himself from my presence, closing the door behind him. What will I do now? Just sit in here all day? My thoughts are interrupted when a loud thump occurs behind me. I gasp and attempted to turn around to see what had happened. But I seen nothing, only darkness. I decide it was nothing and try to focus back on my thoughts.

I jumped, there it is again but this time louder.

"Harry?" I whisper. Nothing.

"Harry this isn't a joke! It isn't funny, come out!" I plead. Still nothing. I hear it again and something drops from the window right across the room from me. I smile as I spot a ray of sunlight shine through. Have they found me?! Was I really getting out? A glimpse of hope runs through my body, my heart beating fast as I see a person climbing in through the small opening in the window.

They walk over and flick on the light switch. He's a tall man, around Harry's age with brown hair and blue eyes.

"You must be the new one." He smirks, approaching the chair I'm tied to. Disappointment washed over me, I recognize him from the group of people standing outside the house when I was first brought here. I wasn't sure why he was here but it sure wasn't to free me.

"You look traumatized." He chuckles.

"You should be." His eyes turn a darker shade of blue. I gulp as he moves in closer to me. Our faces barely centimetres apart.

"Just kidding." He smiles. "Well you probably should be afraid, but not of me." His smile widens, showing his teeth. I giggle.

"Well Kate, I'm here to entertain you considering you're spending basically the rest of your life in here. Which won't really be long, give or take." My eyes widen.

"And by entertain I mean talk to you. I have nothing better to do." He takes a seat on the hard dusty concrete beside me and begins to talk.

"I'm Ian, and I'm Harry's friend. He told me to watch you while he goes to buy you some things from the store. He must be planning to keep for a while. That's a plot twist, he laughs.

"Oh joy." I mumble.

"Hey, you should be happy you're still alive. They're usually gone the same night, or day they arrive." He looks around the room.

"I must say though, you did get a pretty crappy room." He looks up and parts his lips, awaiting my response.

"There's more rooms? How many more?" I asked.

"At least three, all are empty besides this one. I wonder why he chose to put you in here? There's probably a valid reason. Though, he is a strange man." He chuckled. I didn't know much about Harry, but the fact that he was strange was something I knew from the beginning.

"Well, why don't we get to know each other?" He questioned. I sighed.

"Might as well."

"Okay, I'll go first. What's your favourite colour?"

"Why do you want to know my favourite colour?" I giggle.

"Just trying to keep it simple." He smiles.

"Okay, well my favourite colour is purple."

"Nice! Purple is my second favourite colour. My first is blue." He responded. I smiled, I didn't mind talking to him. He was so different from Harry. He was sweet kind, and funny. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Can I ask a question now?" I pondered for something good to ask him, hopefully getting a few answers as to why I'm here or when I will get to go home.

"When will I get to leave?" I ask, hoping I would like the answer.

"Never." He stated. I started down at the floor and bit my lip.

"What does he want with me?" I whimpered. My eyes began to fill up with tears and my lips began to quiver.

"He wants you, Kate. Nothing in

particular. Just you."

Sorry for not updating! I've been really busy with studying for exams. Hope you like and please comment some feedback. Thanks for almost 200 reads! X

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