One Direction's Property (COMPLETED)

Dannon's POV:

Have you ever looked in the mirror, and not reconised yourself? Like there was a completely different person staring back at you in the reflective surface. Well that's how I feel right now standing here in the bathroom stark naked.

The bags under my eyes were worse than a normal teenager who just stayed up late at night. My bleached hair and brown contacts weren't for a fashion statement. And the bruises that covered my body weren't because I roughed housed with my siblings.

They had not only taken my innocence, they had taken my identity. As I stared into the mirror, I no longer saw myself. All that was left was an empty shell, that at any moment would break.

I drew in a weary breath before letting it out. I wiped a fallen tear from my cheek, and quickly brushed my teeth, not wanting to see what would happen if I were to keep Liam waiting any longer.

Once I was done, I opened the bathroom door, and walked into the bedroom towards Liam, who was sat on the bed watching the telly. When I was close enough, Liam lifted me up onto the bed where I was straddling him, and he had his hands resting on my bum. The only thing between my bareness was the duvet, which I'm pretty sure he was naked under as well.

"What took so long? I almost went in there after you," Liam smirked. I knew he was only joking, but he scared the absolute hell out of me.

"I'm s-sorry," I hiccuped.

"I was only messing with you. Chill, yea?" he said, and I nodded my head in response even though I couldn't exactly 'chill' around him. Liam chuckled whilst shaking his head, "Maybe I can help you to relax."

Liam pressed his lips against mine as he moved his right hand down my thigh then back up again. His hand went under me grazing across my folds before entering two fingers into me.

Liam began pumping his fingers in and out of me creating a burning sensation in my stomach.

I tried to pull away from Liam, but he used the hand he wasn't violating me with to hold me in place. I continued to squirm trying to get away from him. I even put my hands on his chest, and forcefully pushed him away from me.

The surprised look on Liam's face soon changed to anger. His hand went up to smack me, "You little-" He got cut off by a knock at the door. "I'll deal with you later," he seethed as got up from the bed, and put on a pair sweatpants before going to answer the door.

I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding in before collapsing back onto the bed. I was completely exhausted. Last night was a long night even though most of it is a big blur of different men taking advantage of me.

It feels horrible not knowing what happened to me. Knowing what happened would probably eat me alive, but not knowing seems so much worse. Just being the dark not remembering a thing.

I sat back up when I heard two sets of footsteps coming towards the bedroom. Liam soon came in with Paul, who was carrying a duffle bag.

Paul quickly walked towards me whilst Liam stayed standing by the door. Paul put the bag on the bed beside me, and took out a shirt. He tossed me the shirt telling me to put it on.

I put on the over sized shirt. When I had it over my head, and not blocking my sight anymore, I saw Paul take a syringe from the bag.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed scooting away from him.

"Dannon!" Liam's voice boomed making my head snapped from Paul to him. "Behave." Liam nodded at Paul indicating for him to preceded on with what he was doing before.

My breath hitched in the back of my throat when he pushed the needle into my arm, and injecting the liquid into me. As soon as Paul took the needle out of my arm, I felt my heart start beating slower.

I watched as everything slowed down and Paul took out some rope out of the bag. It soon became very difficult for me to focus on anything. Stars began to block my vision making it hard to see until I felt myself fall on the soft bed, and everything went black.

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My eyes fluttered open taking in my new surroundings to see I was laying across the back seat in a van. The van I was in last night to be exact, but I was alone. Whoever drove me must had been outside because I could hear mumbled voices coming from outside the vehicle.

When I tried to sit up, and see who it was, I found my wrist to be bounded with itchy rope. I looked down at my feet to see my ankles to be in the same condition.

I groaned out in annoyance.

'What the hell is going on?!' I thought to myself.

I fought against my restraints trying to see out the window. Once I was able to prop myself enough to see outside, I saw that the van I was in was parked on an old, abandoned bridge. Personally it didn't seem like the bridge was strong enough to hold a feather let alone a one ton van, but it was, and I hoping it will stay like that.

My eyes soon landed on Paul and Liam, who were talking to each whilst looking at something in front of them. I pushed myself up even more to see what they saw. A car was speeding towards them, that soon reached to an abrupt stopped.

Not long after, the driver's door open, and out came a very pissed Louis, who slammed the door behind him.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Louis bellowed.

"Louis, calm down mate," Liam said trying to get him to stop yelling.

"No, I will not calm down mate! I know you two are here to kill Dannon!"

Wait! What?! Why would they kill me?! I haven't done anything. I know they killed the other girl because she kept trying to run away, but I only tried once, and failed miserably. This doesn't make any sense. Everything was fine not too long ago, and now they are about to kill me!

"Loui-" Paul tried to reason, but Louis cut him off.

"I will not listen to you! You are not killing her!"

"No! You are going to listen, and you're going to listen good," Paul began. "I have a family that I don't feel like only getting to see them through glass, and I know you feel the same way too. We're all in this ordeal, and we have to stick together if you want to live the rest of your life a free man.

"Now, Simon called me earlier saying how there are some leads in Dannon's case. Some fingers are being pointed in our direction, and the state police are coming to question us. He told us to get rid of her, and to get rid of any trace of her. You know what he says goes.

Yea," Louis nodded his head.

"Alright then. Since you're here, you can help," Paul said, and they started making their way to the van.

I quickly ducked down feeling my heart go one hundred miles an hour whilst my brain was working on overload thinking of ways to get out here, but it was useless. My hands were tied behind my back, and if I was to get away there is nowhere to go.

All of a sudden, the door near my feet open making jump half way out the seat, and tears started rolling down my face.

I felt hands grab onto my ankles, and pull me across seat where they could grab my arms to sit me up.

"P-please don't hurt-t me. Th-there has to be-e another way," I sobbed.

"Don't cry," Liam said wiping the tears from my face. "It won't do you any good." He lifted me up, and throw me over his shoulder carrying near to where there was a gap in the railing of the bridge then sat me on my feet.

"Louis, tie the weight to her," Paul instruction, and Louis did what he was told.

My whole body shook with sobs as Louis wrap the rope around my ankles adding to rope that was already there. Once he was done, he stood back up standing directly in front of me. Tears filled his eyes as the words 'I'm sorry' left his lips even though we both know this isn't his fault.

I took a deep breath before saying, "Promise me... pr-romise me that you will make sure Spencer will be alright. Please!"

"I promise," he said nodding his head. "Don't worry, nothing will happen to him." As soon as those words left his mouth, we heard a siren in the far distance.

I could see the panic set in all of their faces as the siren gradually got louder. Paul instantly went into action ordering Liam to get in the van, and Louis to leave in his car. They did as they were told, and Paul lifted me up with his right arm whilst he picked up the weights with his left hand.

He went to the edge of the bridge before telling me, "Don't fight it. Just take a deep breath as soon as you're in the water, and it will be over quickly." I felt his grip loosen around me until it was nonexistent.

I fell through the air until I hit the water. The water stung my back making me gasp bring water into my mouth. My lungs burn as the water entered them. Unwillingly, I started breathing water in and out trying get some air, but I already knew that wasn't going to happen with the weights sinking me lower without a way to the top. It wasn't long until everything went dark, and I felt that spirit leaving body feeling for the second time in my life.

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