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Harry low-key pulls me through the giant entrance of this 'underground society'. I can't help but feel amazed by the architecture, I mean this is underground. Everything looks phenomenal.

There are a bunch of different elevators around in different areas, all having keypads on them. We walk across the marble floor, hearing the steps of our shoes in the echoey area. We pass the lady at the front desk who doesn't even look up at us, she just keeps doing what she's doing. I wonder if she would help me if I asked for it... But who am I kidding? She works for a gang.

We get to the two separate staircases that has the giant fountain in between them. We click our feet up the tiring elevation to the second floor. He looks down at me while I'm slightly out of breath.

"You need to do some cardio." He rolls his eyes. He calmly walks through the elegant area; at this point, he's let go of my arm because he doesn't want the attention drawn, where am I going to run?

We get to another elevator and Harry punches in a number, using his body as a shield so I can't see the code. Seconds later the elevator opens but 2 guys walk out in identical black jackets.

They scan my body up and down before smirking at Harry, "Styles, aren't you gonna wait for the other girl to leave first?" The blonde one says.

They playfully knock him on the shoulder as he exchanges a small devilish smile. My hands shake in fear at their remark.

"Can't get enough I guess," He shrugs. I want to hit him in the side of the face so badly, but I can't.

"School uniform, very sexy. You should come to my room where you're done." The brunette with piercing blue eyes says to me while scanning my body again.

I re-adjust my uniform uncomfortably as he stares me down and bites his lip.

"Excuse me?" I cross my arms, making his brows furrow at my tone.

"We were just leaving." Harry grabs my arm and aggressively pulls me into the elevator.

The brunette glares at me and looks at Harry as the elevator door starts to close.

"Styles let your prostitute know who she's talking to." He mutters as the door closes.

He thinks I'm a prostitute!? Is that why I'm here? My stomach starts to turn at the thought. My thoughts get broken as I feel Harry's giant hands wrap around my waist and shove me against the wall. A gasp leaves my lips at the sudden contact. He presses his body against mine, preventing me from moving at all. He grabs my chin with his hand and uses his other to hold both of my tiny wrists above my head and against the wall.

His face leans in close to mine. His eyes are dark and his jaw is clenched in anger.

"What the fuck did I say!" He shouts in rage.

"They t-talked to me like I was an object." I stutter in slight fear.

"You assume you're anything more?" He mutters. My eyes start to get puffy from his indecent remark.

"Oh here comes the waterworks again! Seriously Amelia you need to grow up." He furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head.

"Please leave me alone," I mumble.

"That was strike fucking one Amelia, pull something again like you did with Louis and Niall and you'll be sorry!" He ignores my statement.

With that, he releases my wrists and pulls away from me. I turn around so my back is to him while I cross my arms over my stomach, I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

My fingers come up and tuck some of my loose messy hair behind my ears. I take deep breaths to calm my nerves a little bit.

I stand there in silence, not wanting to speak a word to this jerk. I still have no idea why he took me in the first place. I really hope it doesn't involve anything Louis and Niall said. I rather just get shot than have this man lay a finger on me.

I hear the elevator make the familiar ring noise again, "Let's go." His voice aches.

I step quietly out of the elevator, refusing to look at him or go near his presence. The elevator enters a long hallway that goes left and right. To the left, there was a door at the very end and to the right, there was another at the very end. Why are there only two doors on this whole floor?

Harry storms out of the elevator and grabs my arm roughly, pulling me towards the door to the right.

He drags me to the door and grabs and steps in front of a keypad attached to the wall. His long talon fingers type in a code I couldn't see before, making the door unlock. My stomach turned to fear, my mind stumped on what to do while paranoia made me feel sick. I didn't know what was waiting for me on the other side of this tall oak door. But when he opened the door, my eyes perceived what was something I didn't expect. My lips parted in shock, my breathing patterns coming to a halt.

What looks to be the living room is beautiful. The colors scream black and gold mostly, with bits of very very dark purple. A giant L-shaped couch is perched in the middle of the room, right next to a fireplace. Up two steps is a bar that is between the two flights of stairs that go up to another level. Each step glows from a gold light. The next level has a railing so you can see over the main floor, another couch sits up there and giant white crystal curtain lights hang down. Around the corner, you can see a hallway on the second floor, which I'm guessing is where his room is.

"This is where I live." He mumbles before shutting the door behind himself.

I've lost a lot of my words at this point. I don't want to compliment him on his place because he kidnapped me. But it really is beautiful. How the hell is this all underground?

"W-wow." Is all that comes out of my mouth.

He takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch before strutting away towards the stairs. I stand there confused. Do I follow him? I'm afraid that whatever I do it will end with him getting angry at me.

"Hurry up." He looks back at me with an annoyed look on his face.

With that, my body bolts forward to follow him, without thinking. I make my way to the small flight of stairs and up to the second floor. The view at the top over the railing shows that downstairs around the corner is a kitchen that I didn't see. I follow Harry down the hall to the door stand.

"This is the toilet, this is my office where you will not go. This is the guest room, and the one at the end is mine." He points to each door down the hallway.

I stand there dumbfounded, "Why am I here?" That is all I manage to say. It's a question I've asked numerous times but he has barely given me an explanation.

"If you actually listen to what I was saying, I told you that you are my assistant. You're going to be doing whatever I say." He leans against the wall.

"So you kidnap me, threaten my life just so I can do your laundry and keep your house clean?" I say obnoxiously and roll my eyes.

"Behind closed doors, you do cleaning and cooking and anything else I say. Outside this room you are gonna be by my side as my 'arm candy' as one would say." He says while fiddling with the metal on his lip.

"What? You can't be serious!" I shout.

"Amelia I swear if you raise your voice one more time!" He shouts back at me.

"I'm not acting like your slut in public. You kidnapped me!" I stand my ground.

"You're right I did kidnap you. So you will do what I say whether you like it or not," He clenches his jaw.

"If I do what you say, will you let me go?" I ask.

"No." He quickly responds.

I felt powerless, at a loss of what to do. I was scared of him, but more scared of losing control in this whole situation. I needed to be strong, I couldn't cry and let myself come to the terms this was going to be my life. I need to be strong.

"Then I'm not doing what you say." I bluntly say before turning around to walk away from him.

Within seconds I feel a tight grip around my wrist and a sharp pull that turns me around and meets my back to the wall. My head backs off the drywall making me wince in pain. Harry holds both of my wrists in his giant hands and holds them in front of my chest. His grip is harsh against my sensitive skin.

"You're hurting me," I mumble as my voice goes weak.

"Oh you don't sound so tough now do you? I've given you so many warnings, so stop being a bitch and accept that you're mine now." He clenches his teeth and stares right into my eyes.

His grip will surely leave bruises as I'm trapped against this wall, "H-Harry please!" I shout in pain.

"Remember this the next time you want to talk back. Don't you dare ever try walking away from me during a conversation either!" He shouts in anger, making me flinch at the sudden voice change.

With that he lets go of my wrists, making a sigh of relief wash over me. I rub my wrists and see the red hand prints crawl across my skin.

He looks at my wrists and looks back into my eyes, "I'm going to show you where you're going to sleep." He says and walks towards the second last door.

I rub my wrists and watch red handprints crawl across my skin, reminders of his tight grip. His gaze shifts from my wrists back to my face, unreadable.

"I'm going to show you where you'll be staying," he says, leading me toward the second-to-last door in the hallway. His tone is low, commanding.

I clutch my wrist and follow him, each step heavy as I fight back tears. When he pushes open the door, my breath catches—a large white bed rests in the center, framed by a full-length mirror behind it. To the side, there's a mini sofa, a low table, and a plush white rug on the hardwood floor. The room looks comforting, but the tension between us shatters any sense of safety.

"Take off your clothes," he demands, and my heart stumbles as his words sink in.

"W-what?" I barely manage to speak, my voice a whisper wrapped in disbelief.

He steps closer, his expression hardening. "You heard me."

My stomach knots with fear, but before I can process, there's a loud knock on the door. He curses under his breath, shooting a look over his shoulder.

"Stay here," he orders, striding toward the door. I hear muffled voices on the other side, but I can't make out their words. My pulse races, and I glance around the room, wondering if this is my chance to escape. Moments later, the door swings open, and another man enters—the one called Harry.

"Boss wants her upstairs," Harry says, eyes flicking to me before focusing back on him.

There's a tense silence before he finally nods. "Fine. Take her."

Without another word, Harry grabs my arm, pulling me from the room and down the hall. I don't have time to think; I'm swept into the elevator, and my heart hammers as we begin to ascend.

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