Lexi's POV

I watched as realization dawned on Emily, causing her face to turn pale white.

Did she really not recognize them until now? I mean, my room was covered in One Direction stuff. One Direction posters, One Direction albums, One Direction pillows and and bunch of other crap.

Yes, I was once a Directioner. Notice the word, once.

I basically obsessed over them. If one of them cried, I cried. If one of them laughed, I laughed. I was always up to date with news about each one of them. The only thing I ever thought about was One Direction.

My friends used to make fun of me for it, but I didn't care. I was a super crazed fan who was in love with ever single member.

Now, I'm terrified of them. Its funny how much a kidnapping can affect how you feel about something.

Anyway, Emily had just figured out that they were One Direction.

"Did you really not know who we are? I'm actually offended..." Harry said, breaking the silence.

"Well sorry if I broke your egos, but I was never a fan." Emily mumbled as she returned to her spot next to me. By now, I was down crying and fully listening.

"I find that hard to believe... How about you? When we first met you, seemed like you knew who we were." Liam asked. I saw Emily in the corner of my eye shake her head, meaning she wanted me to lie.

"Uh... N-N-No... I d-didn't." I lied. I see Emily sigh and roll her eyes. I always was a bad lair...

"Liar... We saw the One Direction stuff in your room. Nice Niall cardboard cutout." Liam said, grinning. I looked up at him then at Niall. Niall smiled softly at me. Oh my god he's so cute....

Niall was always my favorite member, that's why I had a cardboard cutout of him. His voice is perfect and his eyes are like two perfect, blue oceans.

I was too busy thinking to notice my stomach was growling really loudly. I looked down and frowned. I haven't eaten since last night and I was starving.

Niall laughed and got off the bed. He came over and held his hand out for me to take.

"C'mon love, lets go get you something to eat." I looked at his hand then at Emily. She was staring at it, her eyes were wide. I smiled softly at him and grabbed it. He helped me onto my feet.

I could feel my cheeks go red. THE Niall Horan is holding hands with me! I think I'm getting starstruck. OH.... MY... GOD...

What the heck am I saying? He freaking kidnapped you and is holding you captive at his house. SNAP OUT OF IT!

I let go of his hand and let it fall to my side. I watched Niall hold his hand down for Emily to grab, but she coldly rejects it and stands up on her own.

I'm shocked and impressed. How can she resist his Irish charm?

I have always believed that Irish people have this "charm" that makes it impossible to resist them. I don't know if I've been watching too many Lucky Charm commercials, but I believe they are magical.

All the boys get up and we are all about to leave the room when Harry grabs Emily's arm and pulls her back. I stop in my tracks, making all the boys stop too.

"You guys go on. Me and Emily are going to have a little... chat." Harry says sickly as he puts his arm around her and pulls her closer to his body.

It takes me a second to realize what that meant. He doesn't want to talk to her, he wants to fuck her.

What the heck? We've been here for like an hour and he just can't wait? That's low, even for Harry (the whore) Styles. Heh, I think I might start calling him that...

Emily tries to get out of his grasp, but it looks like he's nearly crushing her shoulder. I (being the best friend that I am) try to run towards them, but am stopped by Zayn.

"Don't you dare touch her!" I scream in attempt to stop Harry. Of course, it doesn't work. Suddenly I am thrown over Zayn's shoulder and taken out of the room. I start to cry when I hear the door slam shut.

"Don't eat the food!" I hear Emily faintly scream. Don't worry Em, I wasn't planning on it.

Screw you Zayn Malik. Screw you for picking me up and taking me to go knows where to 'get food'.

That could mean anything! It could mean gang rape Lexi for all I know!

What am I saying? My best friend is alone with Harry the Whore and here I am worrying about myself.

I'm the worst friend ever.

Emily's POV

I watch as Zayn carries Lexi out the door, slamming it behind him. Did I mention the rest of the boys left to? Now it's just me and Harry... alone in a room... with a bed. This can't be good.

"Alone at last..." Harry whispers creepily in my ear. I resist the temptation to kick him and take deep breathes to try to calm me down. I know what he wants from me. Maybe if I play dumb he will go easier on me? Doubtful, but it's worth a shot. I clear my throat before speaking.

"Why do you want to talk?"

He scoffed and let go of my shoulder. THANK GOD! I watched as he walked over to the bed and sat down.

"You know what I want, don't play dumb." He says.

Damn. Well there goes my plan. Time for Plan B, stalling.

"Why did you take us out of all the girls in the world? We aren't special or different, we aren't even pretty!" I say as I cross my arms.

That was a lie. We are different then most people. We both had a hard childhood. I don't really want to get into details, but I try not to remember it.

He sighs heavily and pats the spot on the bed next to him. I look at then spot, then at him, then back at the spot. Should I sit next to him?

Reluctantly, I take a seat next to him. I try to avoid eye contact with him. Show no fear.

"Look, we didn't take you. We own you." Harry said, placing a hand on my knee.

Wait, did he just say he owns me? Hell to the no. I was about to say something when he started talking again.

"Sadly, we just own you because we didn't know Lexi lived with you. Your brother, David I think, didn't mention anything about her when he sold you to us."

David sold me? I... No, that can't be true... Can it?

David has always been a good person. Straight As, good friends, perfect record; he never got into trouble. But that all changed when our parents died in a car accident. None of our family was wiling to take us in, so it was David who had to become the adult of the family.

I don't know if the pressure was too much or if he just lost all hope, but he started drinking and smoking... A lot. Every time I would see him around the house, he was always drunk or leaving to get drunk.

This made me stronger. I had to learn how to survive on my own without anyone to help me. I often found myself cooking and cleaning by myself. I had to teach myself new things and walk to school everyday. People called me "ghetto" and "trashy" all throughout my school years. It messed me up pretty bad.

I still don't believe David would give me away to some strange guys he met off the street. I know deep down inside that broken, sad heart of his, he still loved me.

"No... David would never do that to me, he loves me!" I yell, getting of the bed. I started pacing back and forth; a habit I do when I'm upset.

Harry rolls his eyes and lies down on the bed. He props himself up and watches me pace. "He obviously loves money more than you. You should have seen the look on his face when we offered him the money..."

I stopped pacing and turned towards him. I could feel the tears coming.

"You... You don't have proof!"

"Actually love, we do. We have the signed contract stating that you are One Direction's property." I licked my lips in frustration and crossed my arms.

"Show me it."

"I will, after we have sex."

"I-I... What about Lexi? Did you get David to give her away to?"

He sighed and sat up on the bed. This boy cannot stay still!

"No... We didn't even know Lexi was going to be there, we thought it was just you. That's why we were confused when we retrieved you."

"Wait, so... you never meant to kidnap Lexi?" I ask, taking a step towards him.

"Nope, she was a bonus. A really nice bonus."

Maybe I can find a way to get Lexi out of this situation. Maybe I could... I got it!

"Can I make a deal with you?"

He waits a moment, then nods. "Depends on what it is."

I don't want Lexi to be here. She's to young and frankly, I'm worried about what they could do to her. She already was abused at home when she was younger, I don't want her to relive that here.

"Ok, what if I promise to do whatever you want... I won't try to escape or anything like that. If I do that, will you let Lexi go by the end if December?" I said in a shaky tone.

I know December is still 2 long months away, but its better than being stuck here forever.

Harry looked down at his hands for a minute, then back at me. I'm praying that he agrees.

"Ok, we'll let Lexi go on Christmas if you go through with what you said." Harry says, his eyes are filled with lust.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I say, I was basically jumping up and down with joy. Lexi owes me BIG TIME.

"Take your clothes off." Harry says suddenly. I stop jumping and look at him.

"What?" I snap. Way to kill my mood Harry.

"You said you would do whatever we wanted... I want you to take your clothes off." He says simply. He can't be serious.

I look at him with disgust before grabbing the end of my shirt. You gotta do what you gotta do.

"F-F-Fine." I slowly lift the shirt over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, so it revealed my breasts. Harry licked his lips and got off the bed. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers.

I crossed my arms around them and looked down. I was insecure about my body and embarrassed. He pulled me towards him, then gently placed me on the bed.

He took my pants and panties off in one swift motion. This guy obviously has done this a million times.

Now I'm naked, just like that. I start to shake, realizing what is about to happen.. I don't want this, I never wanted this. I have a feeling Harry isn't the kind to be gentle during sex.

"S-Stop! I don't want this!" I screamed. I tried to push him off me but he was just too big.

This was never a good idea. What was I thinking? They probably wouldn't let Lexi go even if I did what they asked me to. And they would still fuck her, so why should I have to suffer for a whole year?

"It doesn't matter what you think and besides, I really want this..." Harry snapped at me.

Then, without warning, he shoved two fingers in me. I cried out in pain. I slammed my eyes shut and bit my lip. He started moving them in and out slowly, then faster and faster. It hurt at first, but soon the pain started turning into pleasure.

DON'T MOAN!

Moaning shows that you are enjoying this and I don't want him to think that.

I was doing pretty well, until he curled his fingers in me. I let out a long, loud moan.

TRADER!

I could just feel myself getting wetter and wetter the faster he went. Why is my body enjoying this? He's raping you Emily, your not here because you wanted to be here, he took you from your own home!

Finally, he stops and gets off the bed. I opened my eyes and saw he was going towards the door. I was relieved that it was finally over. Little did I know, we weren't anywhere near being done.

I was about to get up and find my clothes when the lights went off. I couldn't see anything, the room was pitch black. I started to shake due to the lack of light. I was terrified of what Harry was doing.

Finally, after like 5 minutes I felt Harry get on the bed. He was naked, I just knew it. I could feel him smirking down at me. I started sobbing when I felt him position himself at my entrance.

"Ready babe?" He asked, though the tone in his voice could tell he didn't care.

"No, please no..." I said in between sobs. He didn't respond. Instead, he slammed his lips against mine and pushed his full length inside me.

IT. HURT. BBBBBAAAADDDD. He didn't give me time to adjust to his size!

My screams were no help because they were muffled by Harry's lips. Damn that curly haired british cunt...

I continued to (try) scream as he started moving in and out. The pain started melting away and turned into pleasure. I moaned out loudly.

Damn hormones.

His thrusts got quicker and the pain fully disappeared. We were both moaning like mad. I stopped screaming and Harry had started kissing and sucking my neck. I opened my eyes slowly and saw sweat appear on Harry's forehead.

I couldn't hold it in any longer, I cummed about the same time Harry did. His thrusts got sloppier and finally he stopped. He pulled out and lied next to me. We were both panting.

I have never felt so embarrassed, used and horrible in my entire life.

"That was amazing." Harry stated, getting off the bed. I couldn't move, I was tired, ashamed and shocked. Did that really just happen?

I guess Harry was getting dressed, but I couldn't tell. It was still dark and my eyes were closed. I heard footsteps then I felt what I thought was clothes thrown at me.

"Change." He ordered. I quickly slipped the shirt over my head and put the shorts on. Might as well obey him.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks, making me scoff. I don't answer him though, I remain quiet. He angrily grabs my hand and leads across the room.

"Where are we going?" I ask weakly. I don't feel like moving. He laughs and opens the door.

"To get food silly! Where did you think we were going?" Hm, what a mood change. Bipolar much?

Notes

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