Torture

Harry Style's P.O.V:

I stopped pacing around my office and punched the wall before shoving everything off my desk and onto the floor.

"WHY HASN'T HE FUCKING CONTACTED US?!" I barked. It's been two fucking days and no one's heard anything from him. Ross hasn't called us either which means either Ford wont let him out of his sight or he found out that Ross was a spy and killed him.

I had let all my men into my house and everyone was working round the clock trying to track Ford down. How is it possible that he just disappeared off the fucking planet.

"Harry, mate, calm down. He'll contact us soon. Ford has no use for Cora." Louis said in a soft voice, trying to calm me down.

"Yeah, except the fact that he's a horny sex slave trafficker and could either sell off my kitten or even possibly fucking rape her just to spite me!" I hissed through gritted teeth.

"And I have no words to describe the things I'll do to him if he does either of those." I growled in a low voice.

"We believe you, Styles, but we need to keep our head together if we wanna find Cora, right?" Liam said sensibly.

I slowly nodded. "You're right." I sighed in defeat.

I wonder what's going through my kitten's mind right now.

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Cora Greer's P.O.V:

After my little crying session, I got up and started banging my fists on the door.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!" I shrieked. My throat was sore and my inner thighs were covered with blood. It was bad enough that I was in this situation but now I had period cramps to add onto the list of things I was going through in this hell hole.

No, I shouldn't be ungrateful.

I never thought I'd say this but thank God my period came when it did. I'm pretty sure it's the only thing that stopped Jesse from raping me.

The door suddenly opened in my face and I fell back on my ass from the sudden impact.

It was that Ross guy. He looked down at me and immediately held his hand out to help me up.

"I'm sorry Ms. Greer. Are you alright?" he asked in a hushed whisper as he glanced back out the corridor to see if the coast was clear.

"Y-yes, I am. W-Who are you?" I asked, confused.

"I'm Ross Lynch. I work for Mr. Styles so don't worry about me." he said hastily. He glanced down at my legs.

"D-Did he- I heard y-your screams but I couldn't-" he couldn't stop staring. I don't blame him though since my lower half looked like someone had stabbed me in my vagina- multiple times might I add.

"It's period blood don't worry about it." I managed to let a small smile appear on my lips. He sighed with relief. "Mr. Styles would have skinned me alive. I'll go get you- t-the girl stuff you need." he stuttered, embarrassed. I almost laughed at his red face despite my discomfort.

"No, never mind that. Help me escape." I asked, clutching onto his arm for dear life.

"I can't Ms. Greer. This place is totally surrounded and if Ford finds out, we're both dead." he said sadly. I sighed in defeat and let go of him.

Ross shut the door behind him and came back in 15 minutes with sanitary pads, a new pair of clean black lingerie and a black silk thin strap dress that reached mid thigh.

"Sorry about the slutty dress, it's the only one that was decent enough. Ford orders all the stuff for the other girls so it's no surprise." Ross shrugged. Of course Jesse wanted them to dress up like sluts. "Thank you, Ross." I said and kissed him on the cheek. He nodded with a small smile and closed the door behind him.

I quickly took the stuff and went to the bathroom to clean up. There was just a bar of soap there and a small corner where the shower head was. At least I'd washed my hair before I was kidnapped. I hate being unclean.

After a quick freezing cold shower I put everything on and walked out barefoot. Ross was waiting in the room for me with a worried look.

"What is it, Ross?" I asked softly.

"He's calling for you. Says he wants to send a message to Mr. Styles and that it won't go through to him unless he sees you." Ross explained, standing up and coming near me.

I backed up until I hit the wall. "B-But I don't wanna go." I whispered, tears welled up in my eyes.

"I know, Ms. Greer, I don't trust him either but we have to do as he says because there is no one here that will help us if we get in trouble." he said holding his hand out for me to take.

I gave in willingly because I didn't wanna get Ross in trouble. He was endangering his life for Harry as well as me and I knew I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to him because of me.

I followed Ross out of the room and stayed a few feet behind him as he guided me to my ill fate. We went down two flight of stairs and ended up in what appeared to be a creepy basement.

It was fairly big, extremely cold and dimly lit. There was a nauseating smell in the room that made me sick to my stomach. I realized to my horror, as I stared at the strange crimson spatters on the peeling walls, that it was the putrid smell of blood.

Some of the blood even seemed like it was still wet.

I shivered uncontrollably as Ford emerged from the darkness. "Ah, hello, doll. You look much better now. Although I did prefer seeing you drenched in blood." he smirked as he came forward.

There was a single metal chair sitting in the middle of the room. The only source of light in the room was hanging above it, giving an eerie feeling to it.

Ford rested his hands against the back of the chair as he leaned forward.

I was suddenly aware of the table filled with knives and other torture devices that stood next to him and I found myself backing up until my back hit Ross.Ford chuckled as he saw me tremble with fear.

You sick fuck.

"Tie her down." Ford ordered Ross, moving to the torture table to look at something that caught his eye.

"N-no, wait-" I tried stalling but Ross gripped my arm roughly as he dragged me towards the chair and pushed me down in it.

Goosebumps immediately erupted on my skin as I felt the freezing cold metal against my skin. It didn't help that the dress was made of satin and almost left my whole body bare.

I didn't struggle as he strapped my arms and legs down. I tried to move my arms but found that I couldn't move it at all.

Ross had ties each of my legs to the legs of the chair and I was finding it hard to keep my knees together.

There was a camera right in front of me and there was one on my left as well.

"Is this where you record your sex tapes?" I said, trying to act like I was unbothered.

"Uh, no. That's upstairs. This, my love, is the torture chamber. You can leave, Ross." he said turning around as he leaned back against the table.

Ross glanced at me with a pitiful look before turning on his heels and leaving.

Ford came around to turn the cameras on. "Say cheese." he grinned.