They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile

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5. f o u r


After another fifteen minutes of pure silence, we arrive at a small wooden shack in the middle of nowhere. My stomach starts to turn again as the car stops.

This is where I will die. After everything I've been through, I end up getting killed in a shack, in the middle of nowhere.

The man steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He walks over, stops at the front of the car and just stands there, staring at me through the windshield window. He then lifts up the side of his jacket to pull out a gun that was in his waistband.

I suddenly gasp in horror as he pulls the gun out and points it at the car. I start to scream and squeeze my eyes shut, expecting a bullet to come flying my way and ending my life any second. 

I hear the loud bang and the car move but nothing hits me. I hesitantly open my eyes and see him shooting each of the car's tires, making my the car dip in each direction.

He walks around to the back of the car and shoots the other two wheels, making the car dip twice more.

Why is he shooting the tires?

My body is frozen in fear and my chest rises up and down rapidly. He swiftly walks over to my side of the car and whips the door open without a second breath.

He leans right across my body and tucks his hand behind me. My breath becomes light and timid in fear. The light tamper of cologne invades my senses as his long body stretches over my small one. He moves his opposite to waist and lifts me out of the car, throwing me over his shoulder.

I scream and pound on his back with my fists tied together. He shuts the car door with his heavy foot and walks over to the shack. 

"Let me go!" I scream while tears stream down my face continuously.

"No one is going to hear you, darling," He calmly ways while walking up to the door. He pushes the door open and walks in. His black boots tap loudly on the flooring. 

I look in the small shack and see an old dirty bed with a nightstand, two wooden chairs, and a small round table to match.

He throws me off his shoulder and places me in one of the wooden chairs. I stop screaming and just let the tears drain from my eyes and shower down my face. 

He pulls up another chair and places right in front of me, sitting down in it so we face each other. There is no possible way I could escape now... My hands and feet are tied up. 

He pulls in the chair and opens his legs, leaving mine in between his. 

"You really need to stop crying Amelia, it's very irritating." He quietly says. 

I sniffle and open my mouth, trying to find my words, "H-how do you know m-my name?"

He chuckles and intertwines his fingers together while leaning on his knees. 

"I make sure I do my homework when it comes to kidnapping someone. Your name is Amelia Joyce Adams. You're nineteen years old, you enjoy drawing and reading. Your caked face best friend is Audrey Micheals. You had an older brother names Adrian and he vanished 3 years ago. Am I correct?" He arches his brow and waits for a response.

"My brother. He died," I attempt to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Same thing." He rolls his eyes.

"W-why are you doing this to me?" I mumble while biting the inside of my cheek in fear.

"Woah woah, wait a second. You need to ask some simpler questions first! Don't you want to know a bit about me?" He says in a devilish tone.

"B-but I-I" I start but his accent cuts me off.

"My name is Harry Styles. You can just call me Harry though. I am twenty-three years old and I am an exclusive member of the worldwide gang Malignant, if you haven't guessed already." He shrugs.

"Y-you killed my b-brother." Is all I manage to say.

He furrows his eyebrows and takes his lip ring between his teeth, "You think I killed your brother? Baby, I've killed many people in my time. But out of all the killers in Malignant, there's a very slim chance I killed myself." He chuckles and leans back in his seat. 

"Your gang killed him! My own brother is dead because of your stupid gang!" I raise in defense. 

"You definitely have some issue with understanding who's in charge here." He shakes his head in disbelief.

"Why am I here!" I shout again.

Once again he clenches his teeth and darts his dark eyes to mine. He aggressively leans over and yanks my chair right in front of his, even closer. Our chairs almost touch but my legs sit as a barrier. His face invades my personal space making me lean back as far as I can but it doesn't work out as well.

"Your tone is not going to help you in any way possible, if anything it will only help you get a bullet through that thick skull of yours. So I suggest you stop this smart ass fucking attitude and start showing some respect. You have no fucking idea what I'm capable of." He mutters as he puts both his hands on my knees, squeezing them harder with every word.

"H-Harry you're hurting me," I cry in pain from his deathly grip.

"Then fix your fucking attitude." He spits coldly. He releases my knees and rests his hands on his own. 

The way he said that reminded me of my father this morning. The last thing he said to me was 'fix my attitude'. I can't believe the last conversation I had with my parents was such a sad one.

Will I ever see them again?

He pulls out a small pocket knife from his jeans. I gasp and freeze with fear. 

He looks up from the knife and smirks at my reaction. He grabs my hands which are tied together and cuts the ropes in one quick motion. 

The red rope marks are embedded into my skin as I instantly rub the sensitive area. He leans down and cuts the rope that holds my ankles together.

"I really hope you understand that if you try to run, you're not going to get far." He mumbles.

He looks at my red wrists and yanks them closer to him and furrows his eyebrows.

"Just a rope burn, you'll be fine." He murmurs and lets them go. 

I look at the far corner near the door and see a tall metal chamber type thing. What the hell is that?

"What is that?" I mumble and point at the square cubicle with a door.

"That's where we will be heading, but I need to go over some rules first." He mumbles sternly.

"Rules?" I scuffle and cross my arms.

"You're going to be my assistant, to say the least. I expect that my laundry gets done, my room is cleaned and you will do whatever else I say." He says and my eyes widen.

"What? No! I'm not going to be your servant!" I shout.

"Are you honestly still not understanding your situation here? Don't test me, Amelia." He mutters before standing up.

"I can't do those things anyway! Have you looked at this place? Where am I supposed to do laundry?" I shout.

"Do you think I live in this dump?" He grabs my arm forcefully and pulls me to my feet, dragging me over to the metal chamber. I feel my body start to get uneasy in fright. I have no idea what he means when he says that. I have no idea what is behind this door. To be honest, what could it possibly be? There is no extension seen from the outside of the tiny shack.

"What are you doing?" I say in panic as we reach the metal door. He stays silent and keeps his firm grip on my arm. 

There is a small numerical keypad on the side. He stands in front of it and types in a code I can't see. After that, he opens the doors and it reveals an elevator.

What the actual hell.

"Is that an elevator?" I quietly ask.

"Wow, you're smart too." He says with irritated sarcasm laced in his voice.

I-I was just asking..." I speak with zero confidence in my voice.

"Well, it was a stupid question." He says before pulling me through the doors. Why is he so rude? I mean I get he's a gang member and all but what does he get out of being so mean?

He shoves me in the elevator and shuts the giant metal door. Suddenly two other sliding doors shut and I feel the floor below me jerk, signaling we are moving.

"It's going to be a little while in here." He mumbles while leaning against the wall with hands behind his back.

"Where are we even going?" I quietly ask while leaning against the opposite wall, just trying to find as much distance between us as I possibly can.

"You'll see when we get there. You're definitely not going to need those though." He points to my uniform. 

My heart sinks, what the hell is he talking about?

"W-what?" My palms start to sweat in fear. What does he mean I'm not going to need my clothes? If he thinks he is laying one finger on me, he is mistaken.

He pushes his back off the wall and walks over to me. My body starts to shake and my stomach turns again. Every time he moves I have a void of fear wash over me.

This man if terrifying.

He stands right in front of me and places his hands on either side of my head against the wall. He dips his head down so it's centimeters away from mine.

His dark emerald eyes burn into mine as I try to look anywhere but them. The light scent of his cologne withers in my presence. His features seem tense but soft at the same time. 

"I have a reputation to uphold. So the minute we step out of this elevator, you don't run, you don't put up a fuss, and you don't yell for help because no one is going to help you. If you break any of these rules there will be a punishment. So if you knew what was best for you, you would listen to me." He whispers to me.

I stand frozen against the wall. I feel my eyes start to get watery again, knowing that I am never going to escape. We are in the middle of nowhere and now we're going underground. I'm never going to see my parents again, my best friend, and I'm never going to get away from this terrible man.

My life is over.

"Are you scared of me Amelia?" He leans closer to me. I turn my head completely to the side to avoid our noses touching. My silence fills the small space.

"Good." He whispers in my ear, having his lips brush lightly against my skin. His raspy tone sending shivers down my spine.

He pushes himself off the wall and back over to where he was standing before. I let go of the breath I was holding and shut my eyes. I slide down the wall and sit right on the ground, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. My thoughts are all over the place. I start to create scenarios in my head of every possibility of whats to come. All of them end horribly.

As I'm counting my blessings and praying that I will get out of this, Harry stomps over and grabs my arm to pull me up.

"We're here in any second, get up." He says in a monotone voice. I swallow the lump in my throat as he pulls me to my feet with a tight grip. 

We stand in front of the elevator door, waiting for them to open.

"Remember what I told you." He mutters sternly, between his clenched teeth.

The elevator makes a ring noise and in seconds it opens up to be facing a giant space, The walls are made out of chiseled black stone and the floor is made of shiny marble. White chandeliers hang from high ceilings and some men in jackets with the Malignant symbol on the back walk around. There is a giant black desk with 'MALIGNANT' written in all caps across and a lady sits behind it, seeming to be writing something down. 

This place is huge. There are two staircases at the end of the open space. The stairs curve up and meet at the top of another floor with black stone railings. Between the curved staircases is a big ancient water fountain that cascades water down the 10 ft stone.

"Welcome to the secret underground society of  Malignant." He says proudly while pulling me out of the elevator.

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