Breaking Point

"Let go of me!" I cried as I tried to pulled my wrist from his grasp with all my might.

I bent my body to ground my feet into the carpet but he just pulled harder, causing me to stumble forwards and almost fall.

I looked back at the rest of the guys to see if someone would help me but they were all smirking at me.

Zayn had a bloody nose from literally banging into the wall at full speed and he was scowling at me hatefully.

All of them were.

I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my lips.

I quickly put a hand over my mouth. Shit.

"Something funny, kitten?" Harry snarled. "I can't believe I gave him a bloody nose." I quietly giggled looking at my feet before looking up into his eyes.

To my surprise I found him staring at me. "What?" I asked in a small voice, my insecurities kicking in.

I tried to put my hair out in front of my face but he grabbed my wrist. A small gasp erupted from my throat as he did so and reached out to put the strand of hair behind my ear.

"Stop acting so insecure. Your'e fucking gorgeous." He muttered, angry for some reason.

I felt my face heat up as a deep blush rose to my cheeks.

"Doesn't change that fact that your'e still in major trouble, kitten." He smirked, knowing he'd gotten under my skin.

My heart sank again as he opened the mahogany doors and threw me inside before stepping in himself and locking the door behind him.

I had landed on my hands and knees and I quickly rolled over and crawled back in fear.

"Where's all that smack talk, huh?" he smirked.

I quickly stood up and ran behind the desk, he let me... which meant he was torturing me like this on purpose. He wanted to see me cower and run in fear.

"Cat got your tongue, kitten? He smirked again.

"D-does it boost your pathetic male ego? T-torturing people like this?" I stuttered, failing to hide the fear from my voice.

He caught it and a wide grin spread across his lips that spread immense shivers down my spine.

"Oh, yes, kitten. Yes it does. But I haven't even shown you what I'm capable of yet." He hissed trying to come around the desk towards me but I went around the other way.

"W-why? What did I do? I didn't hurt them! They literally hurt themselves! Is it my fucking fault that their a bunch of fucking idiots?!" I cried trying to defend myself. He laughed.

"There she is. There's the annoying ass Cora Greer that curses like a fucking thug." he smirked shaking his head.

"Your'e one to say." I rolled my eyes. "Wait, how do you know my name?" I asked curiously.

He rolled his eyes. "King of the state remember? I see all and know all and stuff. Thing is, you caught my eye at the bar. I would have taken you then and there but you obviously weren't in your right state of mind." He said with a pause.

I ignored the stab of pain that impaled my heart when I remembered when i remembered the tragic events of that day and chose to simply forget about it at the moment.

"Okay, Mr. King-of-the-state, this wild goose chase has been fun and all but you need to let me go now." I said, trying my best to sound confident and un-amused. He chuckled.

"Don't you wanna have fun, kitten?" he said, licking his lips. and coming near me but i went around the desk again.

"Ew! No! Definitely not!" I said.

"I knew it-" he said laughing. "-your'e a bloody virgin!" he said as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"N-no, I'm not!" I lied terribly. He rose his eyebrows questioningly.

"Enough games." He said, suddenly serious.

His green eyes went from mischievous to cold in an instant as he climbed over the desk swiftly, indicating that the fuck face had been toying with me.

I let out a scream as I tried to run towards the door but he caught my arm and spun me around. My back hit his desk and I cried out in pain as he towered over my tiny body. My eyes were wide, tearful and frightened.

I probably looked like a small mouse caught in a lion's trap.

"G-get off me you sick fuck!" I spat.

His eyes widened with fury as he shook me hard. My brain felt like it had turned to mush and my lower back hit the desk again, pain shooting up and down my spine again.

Another small cry escaped my lips. His grip on my upper arms tightened as he pulled me towards his body. I turned my face away. "Look at me, Cora." I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. "N-no, just-just, please, let me-"

He cut my helpless cries off when he pushed me back so my whole body from the waist up was laying over his desk.

"STOP IT!!!" I shrieked.

I squeezed my thighs together thinking that the worse was gonna happen and I was coming to realize that it just might.

He thrust his hand between my thighs with a grin.

"Harry!" I cried again desperately, struggling to hold in my tears.

I will not break in front of this jerk!

He finally pried my legs apart and got in between. I tried to scratch his fucking face off but he caught my wrists and slammed them above my head, pinning them.

He was laughing at me, laughing at my fear. He was having the time of his fucking life.

Harry leaned down to harshly kiss my lips. I tried to turn my head away but he was kissing me so fucking hard that I couldn't.

I was starting to taste blood in my mouth and felt dizzy.

He broke the kiss and looked over me before licking the blood off my lips.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He grabbed both of my tiny wrists in one of his hands while putting the other over my mouth to muffle my blood curdling screams as his mouth explored my neck and collar bone.

I finally gave up.

I stopped screaming, stopped struggling and just started to cry.

I felt so helpless, so defenseless.

He stopped kissing my ear and looked at me. I saw his eyes soften for a moment before going cold again.

"Is that all it took to break your defiant little ass, kitten?" He scoffed. "TELL ME!" he screamed in my face. I whimpered.

"Please-" I cried between gasps in a tiny whisper. "I'll do what you want just d-don't, don't rape me." I sobbed quietly, accepting defeat.

He let go of me completely and stepped back.

"Pathetic." He hissed.

I slowly slumped to the ground, my back against the desk and hugged my knees to my chest with my arms wrapped around them.

I felt so small as I glanced up to see him towering over me.

"I'm not a fucking rapist." he hissed.

'Could've fooled me.' I thought scornfully.

He went to open the doors and the guys stumbled in, indicating that they had all had their ears at the door.

I hugged my knees tighter, a tiny whimper escaping my lips, and looked down.

"Get her out of here, Oh, and don't fucking touch her." Harry said and disappeared down the hallway.

I heard one of them scoff and looked up. It was Liam.

"She ain't so special after all." he muttered and turned to leave with Niall at his heel.

Zayn chuckled smugly. "He didn't even fucking scratch her." He said shaking his head and leaving too.

Louis looked at me with a little pity in his eyes. "Come on, princess, you need to get some rest." He said softly coming towards me.

I gasped, looking into his eyes with fear and tried to back up but there was no space to back into.

He paused and pursed his lips. "I'll just... come back later." He said and left, closing the door.

I ended up going under the desk and crying myself to sleep.

How will I ever get out of here?