Bad Boy

My eyes are closed but the barrel of the gun is nested on the back of my head. My heart is racing, pouncing against my chest. It was beating so loudly I was surprised he couldn't hear it. I hadn't even got to lay my eyes on him, the man that would consume my fait. He has my life in his hands, and he loved every second of it. He wanted me scared, but I was not going to cower, I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. My eyes stayed close, but I knew I had to force them open. If I was going to die, he would have to look into my eyes as I did. He had to feel the pain that I would. I turned around, and opened my eyes. My voice had left, and there he was starring right back at me.


2. Take Off

I couldn't walk on my leg anymore, the pain was utterly awful.

"Stop, I can't walk on it" I said holding back behind the man that was dragging me.

He didn't hesitate, he was quick, he grabbed me put me over his shoulder, and threw me in the back of the van. There was huge bags of what I assumed were money.

I couldn't remember anything after that, I passed out. I was so exhausted, and I couldn't handle all of the stress.

"What the fuck do we do with her now?" One shouted. My eyes were sealed shut, and I was to scared to open them. It smelled like dirt, and mold. I opened my eyes, I was in a basement, but the floor was just dirt. The walls were basic brick, and it was cold. My leg was tied, and the bleeding had stopped already. There was still the chance of infection getting into the cut.

"We could kill her, but what if they find us we could still use her" A deep voice with a strong Irish accent said.

I couldn't listen to them anymore, I needed to find a way to escape. There were no windows, nothing just four brick walls, and a shelf that had nothing on it. There was a bed, but that was it.

The stairs where old, and wooden the blue paint that they were once painted with was chipping off. There were gaps between each step. I couldn't stand, little own walk. I slid myself off of the bed, and started to crawl my way behind the stairs. I perched my self up on one of the steps standing so that all of my weight was on my good leg.

"Well what if she is dead already then what huh?" One of them shouted. I could tell they were getting angry at eachother.

"Good knock eachother out" I thought to myself.

I could hear the door from the top of the stairs opening. I held my breath, I didn't want to make a sound. He was half way down the stairs when I grabbed his ankle from one of the holes in the steps. I watched him fall into the dirt only after hitting the end of the stairs first.

"That fucking bitch" He said wiping blood away from the corner of his mouth. His curly hair was now filled with the dirt, and blood from the ground. I turned, and started to climb up the stairs, dragging my legs behind me.

I felt arms grab around my waist.

"What the fuck happened" The Irish accent yelled down the stairs. The grip around my waist tightened.

"Where do you think your going sweetheart?" He said. His green eyes flaring with anger. "You, your the asshole that stabbed me" I screamed down at him. I remembered the whisper in my ear he did before he stabbed me. His voice a perfect match.

He smiled, and didn't reply to me, his arms still gripped around my waist while one with dark chocolate brown eyes came to the top of the stairs.

Their masks were off, and I could see their faces now, I was trying to imprint them into my head. I wanted these bastards to be brought to justice.

"Need some help with her" The one at the top of the stairs asked.

"He is going to need some help" I said smirking up at him.

"And whys that?" The one with curly hair smirked.

Without hesitating I used my one good leg, and smoked him in the balls as hard as I could. A breath escaped him, and I could tell he was holding in a curse word. He let go of my waist, and was now holding into his groin.

"Think he will need some help now" I said smirking. I knew I wasn't getting out of here, but I wanted them to suffer while I was here.

The one from the top of the stairs came down, and picked me up throwing me back on the bed. The curly haired one was slowly getting up.

"You bitch" He said still getting to his feet.

"I am so sorry, I must of slipped its hard so crawl up the stairs with only one good fucking leg!" I said.

"You're pretty wild".

"Thanks Zayn" I said smirking.

"How did you know my name?!" He asked scared.

"Next time take your name tag off dumbass" I said turning away from both of them.

"You really are an idiot" The curly headed one said.

"Shut up Harry" Zayn said.

"Why the fuck would you say my name, now she knows both of ours you tool" Harry replied.

They both shook their anger off towards eachother, and turned to me.

"You are pretty wild" Zayn said smirking sitting on the bed next to me. I slid as far as possible to now be close to him. "I can fix that, I can break you" He said smirking.

"I guess we could take turns tonight, and wear her down a little, make her less of a fighter" Harry said looking up at the stairs.

"Hey guys get down here now!" Harry yelled.

I couldn't talk, I knew what was going to happen, but it doesn't happen to people like me. I have seen it on television, and in movies, but this can't be real.

Three more guys came running down the stairs.

"What you two can't handle a little girl?" One yelled.

"So here is how it is going to work sweetheart. We are all going to get an hour or two with you tonight. It's gonna go Harry, Zayn, Liam, Louis, and then Niall. We can do whatever we want, and if you resist, well... let me put it this way you won't."  I wasn't looking at any of them my face was buried in my knees.

They all left back up stairs, and I sat alone by myself. I was trying to prepare myself for what was going to happen. But they don't exactly have a book on how to prepare for being gang  banged.

It was maybe ten minutes by myself, and then Harry started to come down the stairs.


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