How can you love me?
He can't Ever Know
Ana’s POV
Harry startles me with the question. Why is he asking how I escaped? It doesn’t even matter I tell myself, but I know it does. If he knew what I did to escape, he’d realize I’m not who he thinks I am. I flash back to that day.
Kyle comes down into the basement. I sigh and realize I’m going to have to do this again today. He left me alone yesterday but I guess that wasn’t a sign that he was going to let me go. I stand up and walk to the wall on the other side of the door. I lean up against it and wait to hear the lock turn on the other side. The door swings open to reveal Kyle with a sad look on his face.
“I don’t want to play any games today. I just need you to cooperate,” he says while throwing his coat to the other side of the room.
“And why would I do that?” I cross my arms over my chest. Every time he came down here, I protested in one way or another. It was my only chance. The only door was locked from the other side and there were no windows. Kyle was my only way out.
“Because I’m the one with the gun.” He takes it out from the back of his pants and waves at me lazily.
“So why don’t you want to play your little games?” I ask him. I’m trying to stall. I hate being forced to have sex with him. I know it’s coming but that doesn’t mean I can’t prolong him and hope he gets side tracked with a call from work or something.
“My girlfriend dumped me, not that it’s any of YOUR business,” he states. I smirk.
“Did she catch you in bed with another one of your victims?” I ask feigning concern. Suddenly, an idea hits me. If I can distract him well enough, maybe I can get the gun. If I can get the gun I can get the key. If I can get the key, I can get the hell out of here. The only problem is how do I distract him?
“Will you please cooperate just this once?” He pleads with me. I move my head to the side and pretend to stroke my non-existent beard.
“Sure.” My answer surprises me. I can tell he’s suspicious, but it must be a relief to not have me fighting at every thrust. I saunter up to him swinging my hips. I put my hand behind his neck and bring my lips up to his. I gently press and he grabs me around the waist. He pulls me closer to him and deepens the kiss. He swings me around and pushes me up against the wall. He licks my bottom lip and I open it. He thrusts into my mouth and our tongues dance. I move my hands up his chest and curl my fingers into his hair. He trails his fingertips along my breasts, beating out a rhythm. I tug his hair and he moans. I start to unbutton his shirt. He helps me and he throws it across the room next to his coat. He presses into the kiss more intensely and I match him. We move our lips together while he slides my shirt off. He kisses my neck and keeps going down to my breasts, kissing and sucking at every spot. I moan and he brings his lips back to my mouth. I move my hands down to his belt buckle. I fumble with it for a few moments when he gets tired of waiting. He gently pushes my head back and takes it off. He slides his pants down and I feel him underneath is boxers. He’s already hard which is unusual. It usually takes me tied up to turn him on. I inch them down and take him in my mouth. I bob up and down and he groans with pleasure. Before he comes, he puts his finger under my chin and leads me back up to his face. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He takes me over to the bed and falls with me on top of him. I slide off my pants and he grabs my ass. He flips me over and thrusts into me. He’s gentler than normal and it doesn’t hurt. I moan as he pushes in again. I flip over so I’m on top of him and take the lead. He sets his gun on the nightstand. He never lets go of his gun. He probably thinks I’m actually into the creep. I lean down and press my mouth against him, still moving myself against him and him loving every minute of it. I grab his hands and push them up beside his head, interlocking our fingers.
“Wrong move,” I whisper. I grab the gun and jump off of him. I point the gun at him as he sit up and puts his hands up.
“I don’t think you know how to use that,” He says. I giggle. My dad was in the army and came back from war very paranoid. He taught me how to shoot, where to shoot, and which guns are better for different circumstances.
“Do you really want to risk your life on an assumption?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“What do you want?”
“What the fuck do you think?” I yell at him. “Give me the key!” I motion to the necklace he always around his neck with a single silver key on it. The key unlocks my one escape. He moves his hand to his neck and rips off the necklace without bothering with the clasp. He throws it at me. With the gun still pointing at him, I grab the key and my pile of clothes. I back up to the door and stick the key in the lock and open the door. I walk onto a staircase and lock the door behind me. I slide on my clothes and run up towards sunlight and noise. I’m free.
I hug Zayn goodbye.
“Come back soon without all your hormones,” I joke. He twists his lips into a thin smile. I can’t really tell the look he and Harry exchange, but I reckon it isn’t good.
“Don’t ask him to come back! Now we have to deal with him even more than usual!” Louis exclaims. He sticks his bottom lip out and pouts. I laugh.
“Ya’ll better get along or I’m going to have to ground you.” We had all started joking that I was like a mom. I waggle my finger at him and he looks at the ground.
“Yes ma’am.” Harry glances at me. I can tell he still wants to know what happened when I escaped, but he can’t know I seduced him. He would think I’m dirty and a liar. I told him I was raped, and I was, but I willingly had sex with Kyle to get away. Why would he want to be with me after he learns about that? He won’t understand. No one will.
Harry startles me with the question. Why is he asking how I escaped? It doesn’t even matter I tell myself, but I know it does. If he knew what I did to escape, he’d realize I’m not who he thinks I am. I flash back to that day.
Kyle comes down into the basement. I sigh and realize I’m going to have to do this again today. He left me alone yesterday but I guess that wasn’t a sign that he was going to let me go. I stand up and walk to the wall on the other side of the door. I lean up against it and wait to hear the lock turn on the other side. The door swings open to reveal Kyle with a sad look on his face.
“I don’t want to play any games today. I just need you to cooperate,” he says while throwing his coat to the other side of the room.
“And why would I do that?” I cross my arms over my chest. Every time he came down here, I protested in one way or another. It was my only chance. The only door was locked from the other side and there were no windows. Kyle was my only way out.
“Because I’m the one with the gun.” He takes it out from the back of his pants and waves at me lazily.
“So why don’t you want to play your little games?” I ask him. I’m trying to stall. I hate being forced to have sex with him. I know it’s coming but that doesn’t mean I can’t prolong him and hope he gets side tracked with a call from work or something.
“My girlfriend dumped me, not that it’s any of YOUR business,” he states. I smirk.
“Did she catch you in bed with another one of your victims?” I ask feigning concern. Suddenly, an idea hits me. If I can distract him well enough, maybe I can get the gun. If I can get the gun I can get the key. If I can get the key, I can get the hell out of here. The only problem is how do I distract him?
“Will you please cooperate just this once?” He pleads with me. I move my head to the side and pretend to stroke my non-existent beard.
“Sure.” My answer surprises me. I can tell he’s suspicious, but it must be a relief to not have me fighting at every thrust. I saunter up to him swinging my hips. I put my hand behind his neck and bring my lips up to his. I gently press and he grabs me around the waist. He pulls me closer to him and deepens the kiss. He swings me around and pushes me up against the wall. He licks my bottom lip and I open it. He thrusts into my mouth and our tongues dance. I move my hands up his chest and curl my fingers into his hair. He trails his fingertips along my breasts, beating out a rhythm. I tug his hair and he moans. I start to unbutton his shirt. He helps me and he throws it across the room next to his coat. He presses into the kiss more intensely and I match him. We move our lips together while he slides my shirt off. He kisses my neck and keeps going down to my breasts, kissing and sucking at every spot. I moan and he brings his lips back to my mouth. I move my hands down to his belt buckle. I fumble with it for a few moments when he gets tired of waiting. He gently pushes my head back and takes it off. He slides his pants down and I feel him underneath is boxers. He’s already hard which is unusual. It usually takes me tied up to turn him on. I inch them down and take him in my mouth. I bob up and down and he groans with pleasure. Before he comes, he puts his finger under my chin and leads me back up to his face. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He takes me over to the bed and falls with me on top of him. I slide off my pants and he grabs my ass. He flips me over and thrusts into me. He’s gentler than normal and it doesn’t hurt. I moan as he pushes in again. I flip over so I’m on top of him and take the lead. He sets his gun on the nightstand. He never lets go of his gun. He probably thinks I’m actually into the creep. I lean down and press my mouth against him, still moving myself against him and him loving every minute of it. I grab his hands and push them up beside his head, interlocking our fingers.
“Wrong move,” I whisper. I grab the gun and jump off of him. I point the gun at him as he sit up and puts his hands up.
“I don’t think you know how to use that,” He says. I giggle. My dad was in the army and came back from war very paranoid. He taught me how to shoot, where to shoot, and which guns are better for different circumstances.
“Do you really want to risk your life on an assumption?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“What do you want?”
“What the fuck do you think?” I yell at him. “Give me the key!” I motion to the necklace he always around his neck with a single silver key on it. The key unlocks my one escape. He moves his hand to his neck and rips off the necklace without bothering with the clasp. He throws it at me. With the gun still pointing at him, I grab the key and my pile of clothes. I back up to the door and stick the key in the lock and open the door. I walk onto a staircase and lock the door behind me. I slide on my clothes and run up towards sunlight and noise. I’m free.
I hug Zayn goodbye.
“Come back soon without all your hormones,” I joke. He twists his lips into a thin smile. I can’t really tell the look he and Harry exchange, but I reckon it isn’t good.
“Don’t ask him to come back! Now we have to deal with him even more than usual!” Louis exclaims. He sticks his bottom lip out and pouts. I laugh.
“Ya’ll better get along or I’m going to have to ground you.” We had all started joking that I was like a mom. I waggle my finger at him and he looks at the ground.
“Yes ma’am.” Harry glances at me. I can tell he still wants to know what happened when I escaped, but he can’t know I seduced him. He would think I’m dirty and a liar. I told him I was raped, and I was, but I willingly had sex with Kyle to get away. Why would he want to be with me after he learns about that? He won’t understand. No one will.
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