It was all calm, Harry was asleep next to me and all was quiet apart from his snuffling grunts when he slept. I was awaken by a hissing sound from the vent and something is thrown across the floor over to me. It was a pink flannel with a damp spot with a sweet smelling fluid.
"Put it to your mouth- pss," Ordered a voice from the vent as I warily done as he said, as if my bones were against my favour. The voice wasn't rough, it was sexy sort of and sounded familiar yet distant; like it knew me very well.
Once I put it to my mouth, I took a breath and it was as if something had smacked me off my feet and stabbed me over and over again; in other words, the truth had grasped me in full contact.
"Fuck!" I squealed into the flannel sprinting quietly to the furthest wall, my breathing heavy and scared. Where was I? Who is the person on my bed- A man? Dark brown hair, blue crystal eyes- not Harry.
My breathing hitched as the question slipped my voice,
"Just come here, baby" The male voice began to grow on me, the tone sounding forceful yet so delicate. I stumbled slowly and quietly over to the vent, feeling my way around all the obstacles and careful not to awaken the sleeping man in my bed. And the minute I laid eyes on the person in front of me; I knew it wasn't a dream.
I was going to escape!
EARLIER THAT NIGHT.
The place was small; too small for my liking but I was not to complain about such stupid things when my only true love was dying in a science lab. Hunter was in front of me, constantly on the phone and gathering more and more people into the crowded room as I marched back and forth, bossing my team about of their tracks.
We were so close to finding a way of helping Kelsey escape, and when we do, I will never ever hurt her or my family again. I have learnt that life is too precious to throw around.
Also, I have also been worrying, the job Kelsey thought was just a company, is the FBI. She has been working in the FBI and all this time, she thought it was just a marketing campaign.
"Sir, we will leave at midnight as that is when the hologram is in reboot mode." interrupted a young female, with long flowing hair and the fakest body I have ever seen.
"Fine but the hologram only has twenty minutes before it becomes asleep instead of shut down, therefore-"
I thought for a second, hesitating,
"Can we hack into the hologram? Beam me into it or someone-"
I was think aloud, my eyes peering around the room,
"Mr.Thomas!" I called out loudly, Mr.Thomas' eyes steering towards me,
"Hack the hologram, we are busting Mrs.Styles out of that shit hole."
"Oh Harry!" I squeal, as we both attempt to pry the vent open, succeeding just about as I held the flannel between my teeth so I was breathing is it.
"Fuck me! Are you okay? did he hurt you? are you hurt??Baby-"
Before Harry could carry on worrying, I pressed my lips tightly to his, once removing the flannel and began kissing as if it was my last breath- last breath!
I quickly pulled away, shoving the flannel up to his lips, holding my breath to keep us sane.
I Grabbed it from his lips, covering his lips,
"Breath! Insane, we- gas!" My words came in short snappy sounds and I could see Harry's huge smug grin plastered across his face and I felt his lips pecking my hand,
"The gas is gone, don't worry. The team just rid of it- that's how I am crawling through this vent and I remember everything,"
I pull the flannel from my lips before replacing it with his, pulling him out the vent gracefully. His arms immediately re-connected around my waist, pulling me closer and closer if it was possible and I completely forgot my state of clothing.
"We better start going-" I say before Harry's hands clutched around each of my shoulders, eyes peering up and down on my body,
"He dressed you? L-Liike, hhe touched you?"
I looked down on the slutty maid set I had been wearing and immediately the memories of what happened a few hours before Harry rescued me sunk in. Yet again for the hundredth time, he had raped me but with hard core roleplay.
"W--we need t-to get outta here, now- p-pLease!" I grabbed his hand and tried the vent ,
"No, not that way- stop!" Harry tried to stop me but I was too focused on escaping this nightmare to realise the gas starting again. I must of flicked a switch.
But something was different his time. The gas didn't make me forget, it made me-