How can you love me?
Am I worth it?
Ana’s POV
When I see Harry holding the bottle of wine in his hand, I have a flash back from my first night in the basement.
I wake up and try to move. I quickly realize I’m chained to a wall. A veil of panic sets in when I see I’m locked in a basement. I start tugging at the sharp chains even though I know it won’t do any good. I hear a cruel laugh come from my left. Kyle, the man who asked me on a date sat on a bed with nothing but a mattress and a sheet. He held a bottle of unopened wine and two glasses in his hands. I suddenly remember him asking me on a date, getting into his car, and then waking up here.
“What did you do to me?” I scream at him as I try to get out of the prison. He starts laughing again.
“Isn’t it obvious sweetheart? Chloroform. You’re mine now,” He states slowly, as if to a child. He sets down the wine and makes his way over to me. He kneels down where I’m chained. He inspects the lock next to his foot. He pulls out a key and releases me from the hackles. As soon as he does, I try and run off, but he grabs me around the waist and flings me back into the wall.
“Tsk tsk Sweetheart. No running now,” he waggles his finger at me. “We’re going to have some drinks first,” He says more sternly and points to the bed. Realizing I’m outmatched, I do what he says. I sit down as he grabs the bottle. He uncorks it, and doesn’t bother with glasses. He takes a long swig and hands the bottle to me.
“I-I don’t drink,” I whisper. I don’t want him to hurt me again.
“I don’t give a fuck!” He screams. I cower away, but take a drink anyway. “Keep drinking,” he says with a sick smile on his face. About half way through the bottle, he takes the bottle away from me. “That’s enough of that. Undress.” I look at him shocked. He’s watching me intently, but I just sit there. “Looks like we’re going to do this the hard way.”
He stands up and pushes me onto my back. He climbs on top of me and smashes his lips against mine. I try to push him away, but he slaps me hard across the face. He grabs and my shirt and rips it off. He moves his head down and kisses my body down to my shorts. When he moves his hands down to the button, I start screaming. He laughs.
“Just how I like it.” He pulls the shorts down as I’m kicking and trying to get away. Now I’m just in there in my bra and underwear. He grabs ropes that are already tied to the posts and ties me so I’m completely vulnerable. He rips off my bra and panties so I’m completely naked. He then stands up and takes his clothes off. I close my eyes because I know what’s going to happen next.
He pushes his way into me. He thrusts hard over and over while I lay there crying. He grips my thighs so hard it leaves bruises. It doesn’t even matter to him that I’m a virgin. It hurt so bad, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He came inside me without bothering with a condom.
“That wasn’t so bad now was it, Sweetheart?” He mocks me. He pushes me onto my back giving me rope burns on my wrists and ankles. “Ass up.” He demands. I ignore him and lay where I am. He grips my neck hard and turns my head and a hard angle to look at him. “Ass. Up.” I relunctantly do what he says. He pushes his way inside me again, but starts hitting my back hard. I cry out, but that was the wrong thing to do. He stands up and grabs the wine bottle.
“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone!” I plead, but he smashes the wine bottle against the bed right next to my head. A shard of glass stabs into my hand. He waves the shank in my face.
“You need to be more obedient to me.” He stabs me in my left shoulder with the shank. I scream as blood pools and starts to pool onto the bed. I pass out from the pain. When I wake up, Kyle is gone, and I’m untied. All that’s left is the pain and the blood.
As I enter back into reality, I realize it’s only Harry.
“I-I don’t drink,” I whisper trying to catch my breath. Harry is not Kyle. He immediately puts the bottle down and grabs my hands which are still holding the cookie dough. He says something but I don’t hear it as I look into his dazzling eyes; getting lost in them is so easy. Our faces are only a few inches apart. The moment was so intense that any other girl would’ve loved it. I have to interrupt it though. It scares me how close he is. I lift the cookie dough until it’s what’s separating us. We both laugh as Curly grabs some spoons.
“So the first real food you get after four months, and you choose cookie dough,” he looks at me. We’re both sitting on the couch facing a TV that we keep off.
“Best food ever,” I mumble in response with a mouthful of it. His amazing smile catches me off guard. You don’t see too many real smiles in a basement while chained to the floor or to a bed. I can’t help but smile back.
“So do you have any other clothes?” Harry asks innocently. I automatically become self conscious and a little defensive. Why would I have any other clothes? I stare at nothing in particular and try to pretend I didn’t hear him. He gets up and walks down the hallway into a door on the left. Well shit, I think. He’s probably mad at me now. Why didn’t I just say no? Now he’s angry. I know what happens when people get angry. He comes out a few minutes later with a hoodie and some sweatpants.
“That was a stupid question. I’m sorry I asked.” I looked at him shocked. He was apologizing!
“I’m sorry for ignoring you. I shouldn’t have.”
“Don’t go apologizing for something I did wrong.” Harry hands me the clothes. “ You can borrow my clothes until we can get you some new ones. Okay?” I’m overwhelmed by how amazing he continues to be. When will he realize I’m not worth it?
When I see Harry holding the bottle of wine in his hand, I have a flash back from my first night in the basement.
I wake up and try to move. I quickly realize I’m chained to a wall. A veil of panic sets in when I see I’m locked in a basement. I start tugging at the sharp chains even though I know it won’t do any good. I hear a cruel laugh come from my left. Kyle, the man who asked me on a date sat on a bed with nothing but a mattress and a sheet. He held a bottle of unopened wine and two glasses in his hands. I suddenly remember him asking me on a date, getting into his car, and then waking up here.
“What did you do to me?” I scream at him as I try to get out of the prison. He starts laughing again.
“Isn’t it obvious sweetheart? Chloroform. You’re mine now,” He states slowly, as if to a child. He sets down the wine and makes his way over to me. He kneels down where I’m chained. He inspects the lock next to his foot. He pulls out a key and releases me from the hackles. As soon as he does, I try and run off, but he grabs me around the waist and flings me back into the wall.
“Tsk tsk Sweetheart. No running now,” he waggles his finger at me. “We’re going to have some drinks first,” He says more sternly and points to the bed. Realizing I’m outmatched, I do what he says. I sit down as he grabs the bottle. He uncorks it, and doesn’t bother with glasses. He takes a long swig and hands the bottle to me.
“I-I don’t drink,” I whisper. I don’t want him to hurt me again.
“I don’t give a fuck!” He screams. I cower away, but take a drink anyway. “Keep drinking,” he says with a sick smile on his face. About half way through the bottle, he takes the bottle away from me. “That’s enough of that. Undress.” I look at him shocked. He’s watching me intently, but I just sit there. “Looks like we’re going to do this the hard way.”
He stands up and pushes me onto my back. He climbs on top of me and smashes his lips against mine. I try to push him away, but he slaps me hard across the face. He grabs and my shirt and rips it off. He moves his head down and kisses my body down to my shorts. When he moves his hands down to the button, I start screaming. He laughs.
“Just how I like it.” He pulls the shorts down as I’m kicking and trying to get away. Now I’m just in there in my bra and underwear. He grabs ropes that are already tied to the posts and ties me so I’m completely vulnerable. He rips off my bra and panties so I’m completely naked. He then stands up and takes his clothes off. I close my eyes because I know what’s going to happen next.
He pushes his way into me. He thrusts hard over and over while I lay there crying. He grips my thighs so hard it leaves bruises. It doesn’t even matter to him that I’m a virgin. It hurt so bad, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He came inside me without bothering with a condom.
“That wasn’t so bad now was it, Sweetheart?” He mocks me. He pushes me onto my back giving me rope burns on my wrists and ankles. “Ass up.” He demands. I ignore him and lay where I am. He grips my neck hard and turns my head and a hard angle to look at him. “Ass. Up.” I relunctantly do what he says. He pushes his way inside me again, but starts hitting my back hard. I cry out, but that was the wrong thing to do. He stands up and grabs the wine bottle.
“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone!” I plead, but he smashes the wine bottle against the bed right next to my head. A shard of glass stabs into my hand. He waves the shank in my face.
“You need to be more obedient to me.” He stabs me in my left shoulder with the shank. I scream as blood pools and starts to pool onto the bed. I pass out from the pain. When I wake up, Kyle is gone, and I’m untied. All that’s left is the pain and the blood.
As I enter back into reality, I realize it’s only Harry.
“I-I don’t drink,” I whisper trying to catch my breath. Harry is not Kyle. He immediately puts the bottle down and grabs my hands which are still holding the cookie dough. He says something but I don’t hear it as I look into his dazzling eyes; getting lost in them is so easy. Our faces are only a few inches apart. The moment was so intense that any other girl would’ve loved it. I have to interrupt it though. It scares me how close he is. I lift the cookie dough until it’s what’s separating us. We both laugh as Curly grabs some spoons.
“So the first real food you get after four months, and you choose cookie dough,” he looks at me. We’re both sitting on the couch facing a TV that we keep off.
“Best food ever,” I mumble in response with a mouthful of it. His amazing smile catches me off guard. You don’t see too many real smiles in a basement while chained to the floor or to a bed. I can’t help but smile back.
“So do you have any other clothes?” Harry asks innocently. I automatically become self conscious and a little defensive. Why would I have any other clothes? I stare at nothing in particular and try to pretend I didn’t hear him. He gets up and walks down the hallway into a door on the left. Well shit, I think. He’s probably mad at me now. Why didn’t I just say no? Now he’s angry. I know what happens when people get angry. He comes out a few minutes later with a hoodie and some sweatpants.
“That was a stupid question. I’m sorry I asked.” I looked at him shocked. He was apologizing!
“I’m sorry for ignoring you. I shouldn’t have.”
“Don’t go apologizing for something I did wrong.” Harry hands me the clothes. “ You can borrow my clothes until we can get you some new ones. Okay?” I’m overwhelmed by how amazing he continues to be. When will he realize I’m not worth it?
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