Dirty love

sex slave. noun. A person, especially a woman or girl, who is confined and is raped, sexually abused
sex slave. noun. a person who is forced into prostitution and held against their will.
Hello, my name is Annabella Reed and I am a sex slave.
I was put up for auction by my step mom to a band named 5 seconds of summer two years ago, and I know "sex slave" sounds terrible, but their really getting better, I promise...except Calum, he still treats me like a dirty little whore.
little does anyone know, but they're in the process of finding out who she really is, not the person who Calum made, and they start to accumulate some feelings, but what kind? Will it be passionate love, lust, or sisterly love?



5. chapter 4

I went downstairs after packing everything and Ashton and Micheal stared at me "What?"

"What do I have to do to earn one of those?" Michel asked, doing that cheesy wink guys do.

I instantly turned beat red "Don't ask me that".

Calum burst into the room on a rampage "If you guys want one so fucking bad than you tell her to get on her fucking knees and start sucking!" He grabbed my arm and all three of them ran over to me.

"Your not supposed to touch her" Ashton came over and ripped his iron grip off my wrist and pulled me into him.

"What the fuck has gotten into you guys! She's only supposed to be here for a good fuck!" He yelled at us.

"Well I don't like treating her like shit! And they're sick of it!" Ashton spat back.

"What the fucking ever" At that he walked out the door and sped off in his car.

"Umm, thanks, you know you didn't have to do that though, I'm used to it" I said, looking down at the floor.

"And you shouldn't be" He said back.

There was a pretty long pause, so I figured I'd break it "So, umm, where are we going first?"

"Seattle, Washington" Micheal said. I could tell he was happy about that because that's one of his favorite places.

"Cool, how long are we staying for?"

"Two days" He said with a huge smile.

"So you guys are ok with me just talking to you right?" At least that's what they're making it seem like. I just really don't want to get yelled at.

"Ya, why?" Luke said.

"I was just wondering that maybe, umm, I could go out and explore places with you guys this time" I looked down, knowing they were going to say no.

"Well maybe not us all out together at the same time because the paparazzi are terrible over there, but we could probably just go one on one, it might not be so noticeable" Micheal said.

I instantly lit up "Really? There isn't a catch?"

"No, it'll be fun" He replied.



We spent the rest of the day watching movies, playing black ops, and me listening to them practice their music.

"So what did you think?" Luke asked, anxious for my answer.

"Ya, but do you even like our music?" Ashton asked.

"Yes, I love your guys' music" I smiled.

"Are you just saying that?" He said back.

"No, I like listening to your music" It's cool to know that there on the radio and it's like I get a live performance all the time.

"You do? But we were so bad to you" Micheal said.

"Ya, music is music. It's the only thing that got me through this hell hole" That and I still had a small sliver of hope somehow "Thanks for letting me use your spotify" I looked over at Ashton and smiled again.

"Why didn't I think of that" Luke said, looking down.

"Why do you say it like that?" I asked.

"Because if I did than you probably wouldn't have hated me" He said. I can't believe how sensitive he is.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't hate you" I said with this unbearable urge to kiss him.

"A lot" He said.

"Well anyway, she has really good music taste, so we don't have to educate her" Ashton said.

"Haha, and I'm pissed at how many tribute bands there is on there" It really does piss me off though.

"I know right, it sucks" Micheal said.

Ashton looked over at the clock a second later. "Hey, it's eleven-fifteen, do you want to head up" I don't get why, but he looked nervous saying that.

"Sure, I'm kind of tired anyway" I said, yawning.

Ashton and I walked up to my room and he looked nervous still for some reason.

We plopped down on either side of the bed and right away I asked him what was wrong.

"Umm, are you sure you don't hate me?" He asked.

"Ya, you've been the nicest to me and at least you act like you care" He's my haven, how could I hate him.

"But I do care" He looked right into my eyes when he said that "A lot".

"Ok" His stare kind of made me a little uncomfortable. I'm sure he could tell too because he immediately looked away "Sorry".

"No, it's fine" I grabbed his hands and don't even ask me why. "So what do you wanna watch?" He usually watches TV with me and we sit there and make fun of the actors the whole time.

"Umm, is it ok if we just talk tonight?" He asked, still looking immensely nervous.

"Ok, what do you want to talk about?" He's acting so friggin weird right now.

"Umm, so do you wanna go backstage with us when we have our shows?" I have a feeling that's not what he wanted to talk about.

"Ya, ok, but wouldn't people see me?" Micheal made it pretty clear that he didn't want people seeing me.

"No, we get there before anyone else does" He said, as if I would know. They keep me cooped up in the tour bus the whole time.

"Oh, ok than"

"Not that I'd care, so what if people see you. If they're true fans than they wouldn't hate you" At least he wouldn't mind taking me out in public. "They'd hate us" He said so quiet I almost couldn't even here him.

"You know I wouldn't say anything right? I couldn't do that to you. I know if I did say anything than you would get in trouble for being involved and I don't want that. It would ruin your life and you haven't done anything bad to me, so that's just a dick move on my part I think" If anything I would just say that Calum raped me one night.

"Why wouldn't you though? We ruined your life" Why can't they just stop fighting with me about this?

"I don't know, because I care about you" That definitely can't be denied.

"Really?" I can't believe he looks so shocked.

"Well your like, awesome" He really is, the past year that I've been here, I've gotten to know him more than anyone and he's like the coolest guy ever.

"Ya?" He asked.

"Yes" I said smiling.



We got to talking about a lot and there were so many heart to hearts from him I lost count.

I looked over at the clock and it read two-eighteen. "We should probably get to bed" I said.

"Ya, ok, hold on" He got up and walked out the door.

"Ok than" I said to myself, so I figured I'd get changed. He walked in a minuet later as I was changing into my tank top and we both got wicked friggin red.

"I'm sorry" He said, moving to the bed, looking like a deer at headlights.

"Umm, it's ok" I said, pulling my shirt down. I walked over to the bed and laid down to face him. "You wouldn't be the first one to see me like that here" I tried to lighten the mood, but I don't think it worked.

"Ya" He looked down "But I am sorry though".

"It's fine" I said cheerfully. He looked at me, still looking embarrassed as hell. "So umm, don't guys usually sleep in boxers and not a shirt and sweat pants?"

"Ya, but I just thought that since I'm with you that it might make you uncomfortable" Honestly I love how considerate he is.

"I'm ok with you not wearing a shirt at least" Mostly because I like seeing him shirtless.

"Ok, good, cause I'm sweating" He took it off and I wanted so bad for me to be taking it off.

I got a good look at all of his muscles and words can not express how much I want to lick them. I think a tiny moan slipped out, because he looked at me funny.

"Are you ok?" He asked with a funny look.

"Ya, why?" Shit, now I look like an idiot!

"No reason" Maybe he didn't.



"Ashton!" I screamed, running over to him on stage while he bleed profusely out the chest. I stared at him with tears forming in my eyes. "No, no"

"Anna...bella" He said with his head in my arms.

I started sobbing "Yes?"

"I love you" He started coughing up blood now.

The tears started crashing down and I tried my hardest to control it "Don't die".

"Don't cry. If you love me, you'll let me go. Just always remember me". He tried to move his head toward mine, but I crashed my lips to his, not even caring that he had blood on them. "I love you..."




I woke up with a tear running down my cheek. I wiped it away and looked over at Ashton, sound asleep. 

I pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear and put my hand on his arm, rubbing it with my thumb. I kissed him on the forehead and he squirmed a little bit. "Why are you making me like you?" I whispered while another tear escaped my eye. I wish I knew why the thought of loosing him is so terrifying.

His eyes started to slowly open and he moaned a little "Hey". He noticed my tear and instantly woke up "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing" He put his thumb up to my cheek and wiped away the tear.

"What is it?" He asked, taking my hand in his.

"Umm, I don't know, it was just a bad dream, that's all" I closed my eyes trying not to look at him, but it's only making things worse.

"Ok" I got shocked and opened my eyes to him kissing the top of my head. "No more bad dreams".

I don't know why I did it, but I grabbed him and pulled myself as close as I could into a cuddle, and to my surprise he cuddled back. I wish I knew how to stop all these new urges.

Another couple of tears fell onto his chest. "It's ok" He said and started to rub my back.

A few minuets later I fell into a blissful sleep.



We were all getting ready to get on the plane and surprisingly there really wasn't any tension.

"So, am I sitting with any of you this time?" They never let me sit with, so I wasn't really expecting a yes.

"Ashton and Luke, I'm sitting next to Calum to keep him under control" Mikey said, and Calum just glared at him.

"Ya, and you're in the middle so Ashton can't hog you" Luke said, nudging him.

"Ok, at least I'm not next to a total stranger this time. It's so awkward." I always get stuck next to a foreigner or a creep and I don't like either one.

"Oh ya, you got stuck next to an Asian last time" Micheal said while laughing a little.

"He didn't even speak a lick of English. In my mind I hit my head of the window a million times every time he spoke to me, and I remember imagining throwing myself out of the plane at least five times" It was awful. Worst experience of my life.

"We felt so bad, but we laughed our asses off the whole time, even Calum laughed a little" Luke said reminiscing, he looked like he wanted to burst out laughing.

"I admit it, it was pretty funny" Calum said and we all shit a brick.

"I wanted to tweet it so bad with the look on your face. You were not impressed" Micheal said laughing.

"If you couldn't tell, I wanted to throw him out the plane" The flight was a whole twenty-one hours nonstop, so ya, it was terrible.

"Your not gonna do that to me are you?" Luke asked, being flirty, and I love it.

"Maybe" I said, sticking my tongue out.



We must have been on the plane for a good seven hours now, so pretty much everyone was asleep, except Luke and I, and a couple of other people.

"So are you sure you don't hate me?" Luke asked.

"I already told you a million times that I don't hate you" He needs to wake up and realize it already.

"I know, but I treated you so bad though" This is getting annoying now, to be honest.

"You didn't even treat me that bad though, so calm down" In comparison to Calum -and Micheal a little- he was a saint. He only hit me like twice -and like a pussy too so I barley even felt it- and his sex wasn't bad. He was actually pretty nice to me too.

"I know but-" I cut him off by smacking my lips against his. It was probably the only way to shut him up.

When he pulled away he looked shocked "Why'd you do that?"

"To shut you up. I'm sick of hearing how sorry you are and how you don't understand how I don't hate you. I actually consider you a friend. You and Ashton, you guys were always so nice to me. I loved it" He just needs to understand it already.

He didn't even say anything, he just stared at me.

"Yes?" He's never looked at me this way before so I'm kind of confused.

"How did we end up with someone so beautiful?" He started leaning into me slowly.

"I don't know" I started to lean in, stopped right before his lips, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine again. He started to caress my cheek with one hand and it sent a shock wave through me. It made me want to kiss him rougher, but I stuck with the deep passionate kissing.

He pulled away after a minuet and looked kind of embarrassed "I-I'm sorry"

"For what?" Why would he be sorry for kissing me...and have I mentioned he's an amazing kisser.

"I didn't want to make you feel like I was making you do that" He really needs to stop with this.

"But you were fine, I loved it" I smiled at him to reassure him that he could kiss me whenever.

"Really?" He wouldn't brake eye contact and I tried my damn hardest to keep it.

"Yes" Literally all I wanted to do right now is hop on top of him. I really need to keep these urges under control.


I woke up cuddling Ashton, but I thought I fell asleep on Luke's shoulder, oh well.

"Morning beautiful" Ashton whispered into my ear.

"Morning" I said back, looking out the window to see if we were over land or water.

"Still above water. We still have three hours left" He said, obviously reading my mind.

"Oh, ok" I looked over to see Luke still sleeping and I know well enough not to wake him up. He's by far the crankiest person here waking up.

"Do you need to stand up yet?" He asked. God I love him. He's always thinking of me.

"Nah, I'm good. So how many shows do you guys have in Washington?" So I'll know roughly how long were staying there.

"Two, but speaking of that, umm, when we're all settled in the first day at the hotel I wanted to take you out" He said smiling. I seriously love his dimples so friggin much. I think he could tell how happy I was, because honestly, I wanted to jump out of my seat and make out with him.

"Really?" He just made my day.

"Yes, because you deserve it" He said. I really can't fight the urge to kiss him right now.

A few minuets later Luke woke up "Are we there yet?" He asked yawning.

"Three more hours" Ashton said.

"Good, more sleep" He closed his eyes again and grabbed my hand. The last part sent a shock up my hand. Why would he do that? 


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