One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Dannon's POV:

"Flight 254 to New York City is boarding now," the mono toned voice spoke from the speaker above me. The same voice that only a couple of months ago gave me freedom from my worries. Only now, that voice meant I had to be subjected to such inhumane actions.
I grabbed my carry on bag, and made my way through the line that led to the aeroplane. I took my earphones and iPod from my bag before placing it in the compartment above my seat. Once I sat down, I put in my earphones, and set my playlist on shuffle. I stared out the window watching the aeroplane zoom away from the aeroport, and eventually into the sky. Tuning out everything and everyone; except my thoughts. Those were impossible to ignore. Like how I had to leave Doncaster a month before originally planned, because I had Spencer 'earlier than expected' Simon said.

He also went on to say how I had to go to New York to attend some 'party'. Simon didn't tell me much about this 'party', but I had a feeling that I wouldn't like the events that will take place there. I mean the boys have been to multiple parties whilst I have been with them, and didn't go to those, so why is this one so special? That's what scared me; my importance in going.

Thousands of scenarios running through my head. Only God knows what will happen, and that made my anxiety level go up with just me thinking about it.

There was another thought at the back of my mind that nagged me of its existence. What if Simon doesn't let me visit with Spencer when I was promised to. He already given me some half-ass excuse for me to have to leave Jay's house. To be honest he didn't even need an excuse. As much as I hated saying it, I basically belonged to Simon and those boys. They could break any promise they have and mostly will tell me, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Of course I could trust Louis, but it was only so much he could do to protect me-

A tap on my shoulder brought me from my thoughts. I took out my earphones as I turned to the person wanting my attention.

"Ma'am, we have landed," a flight attended told me.

I quickly looked back to the window to see indeed that the plane had land before looking towards the lady. "Thanks," I said stuffing my iPod with my earphones in my front pants pocket, and she walked away to where ever she was needed.

I slid out of passed the seats, and into the aisle, grabbing my bag from its compartment before leaving the plane with the rest of passengers. Once I was inside the aeroport, it was easy to reconise Paul though the crowd. His beefy structure made it look like everyone else around him was skinny sticks.

As soon as I made my way over towards him, his hand went to my back guiding through the aeroport. His speed was hard to keep up with due to my physical state.

When we got to the point where we could see the doors, I stopped dead in my tracks making Paul turn towards me.

"What about my other bags?" I asked.

"There is someone taking care of that," Paul huffed in annoyance, "Now come on we're already behind schedule." From the months of being around him I knew that he absolutely hated being late anywhere so I shut my mouth.

We continued on at our original speed until we which the van Paul was driving. The ride to our next destination was long, and silent. I watched as the busy, light filled city faded into the dark, empty country side. We drove through the dirt road until we came across a huge cement building, and if it wasn't for the many cars that was parked in front of the building, I would have thought it was abandoned.

"Let's go," Paul said getting out of the van, "and leave your bag. You won't need it." And with that he shut his door, and started to make his way to the building. I hurried out of the car trying my best to keep up with Paul's long strides.

It wasn't until I reached the entrance that I was able to catch up with Paul. As I made it to his side, he was punching in the last digit to the password on the pad that kept the door locked.
Once we where inside, we made our way down a long, dark corridor. The only source of light coming from the dimmed fluorescent lights making the old halls seem even more eerie than it would with proper lighting.

At the end of the corridor there were some stairs that led to a lower floor in the building. At the bottom of the stairs there were two doors. One straight ahead and the other to the right. Paul told me to go through the door in front of us, and he went through the other.

In the room the door had led to was filled with girls, younger and older than I, being primped and dressed in slutty makeup and outfits. It became quite clear to why I was here, and it absolutely mortified me to no extent.

I was about to actually run away when I was finally noticed by one of the stylist.

"Uhmm Dannon, yea?" I nodded my yes. "Come with me," she dragging me to a rack of laundrie. Her hand ghosted over the clothes until she found one of her liking.

"Put this on," she said shoving skanky outfit towards me.

"Like right now?"

"Yes right now." I looked around the room to see who was in here at this moment. To see if anyone was staring at me, and no one was. It was like this was all normal to them. Just everyday life.

I looked back towards the lady, who was obviously highly annoyed at the fact that I haven't even started to put the monstrosity piece of clothing on.

I began to take off my clothes, and replaced them with the trashy pair I was given. I wrapped my arms around my chest feeling very uncomfortable with this little of an amount of clothing on.

"Put those shoes on as well." she said pointing to a pair of enormously high heels. Stumbling when I first put them on, but I soon got use to their height.

The lady took me to one of the salon chairs, where she did my hair and make up. Once she was done, I was sent to a group of girls, who were being talked to by two other women. The women were going over the things we were and were not to do. During their talk, they gave us little white pills, telling us not to take them until we were in the rooms.

When they were done talking, we filed out of the room, and went through the other door near the stairs. Through this door was another corridor, which had multiple doors on both sides. We were each assigned our own room; mine was the second to the last door on the right.

The room was quite plain. Just a wooden floor with a bed and a vanity dresser sitting on it.
I moved towards the dresser checking out my appearance. The reflection in the mirror didn't look like myself at all. Personally my hair I didn't mind so much; perfectly curled and freshly bleached. It probably wouldn't look this good ever again. Then again I completely hated how my make up was pounded on making me look at least five years older than I really am, and what I was wearing made me look like an absolute whore.

I tore my eyes from my appearance remembering the pill that I had in my hand. I knew from the multiple videos about things like peer pressure my parents had my older siblings and I watched that it was roofie, and if I was to take, I would not remember what happened tonight in the morning, which did not sound all that bad. I was able to infer from what the women were telling us that we were here souly for sex. I was basically in a whore house.

I took the pill hoping the effects of it would kick in soon. As soon as I downed the pill the door opened, and a guy who looked to be in his late twenties came. His brown hair was cut short, and his build was tall and buff.

"So you're Dannon, huh?" he asked closing the door behind him, and I nodded my head in response. "I'm Alex."

A smirk crept its way onto Alex's lips making the dimples on his cheeks most prominent as he eyed me up and down before walking away from the door. He sat down on the bed a few feet away from me, and kicked off his shoes.

"Well come here, sweetheart." Alex's voice completely chilled. Like he knew he had full control over me, and he did.

I only had to take a few strides before I was standing right in front of him. Alex put my hands on his shoulders then he put his hands on my bum pulling me in between his legs.

"Kiss me," he said, and I leaned bringing our lips together.

Alex deepen the kiss as his went to hook in front of my top, and undid it. Sliding it off of me, and onto the floor. He pulled away from me to look at my bare chest before looking me in my eyes.

"You are truly beautiful, sweetheart." These words completely taking me by surprise. With the boys it was all about pleasing them, or stroking their ego. Not a single compliment was ever thrown my way.

Alex lifted me up, and laid me on the bed before taking off my thong, my heels, and took off the rest of his clothes leaving us both starch naked.

Alex crawled up the bed to where he was hovering over me. His erection barely touching my folds as leaded down near my ear, "Now let's have some fun." He took my hips in his hands aligning himself with my entrance, and thrusted inside of me.

A moan escaped his mouth, and his face was etched with pleasure. I, on the other hand, was trying my best to not cry.

Alex began to move in and out of me going faster and faster until the sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the room. His mouth connected with my neck sucking on it no doubt leaving me love bites. Alex flipped us over where I was on top.

"Ride me, sweetheart," he panted, and I sat still not knowing what to do. Alex sensed my inexperience, and rocked my hips back and forward.

Once I was doing it right, Alex removed his hands from my hips, and placed them on breast messaging them in circles. A throaty grunt coming from his mouth as he threw his head.
"F-faster," he said almost pleading me to. I picked up my speed just wanting to do whatever I could get this over with already.

His hips bucked up a few times before his sperm rushed into me, and he collapsed under me. His chest moving rapidly up and down as he came down from his high.

I got up off of him, and he sat up. He gave me a kiss on my lips before he put on his clothes, and left. Leaving me to get ready for the next pervert to come in.

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