Damsel in Distress

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I was still laying on the floor when the door burst open and an unfamiliar stranger stepped in. I sat up, startled at his sudden entrance.

"Boss wants ya." the tall and lanky freak said and reached me in three long strides. I backed up against the wall. "W-why? Where's Ross?" I asked, aware of the fact that he'd left the door wide open. Maybe I can-

His chuckle snapped me out of it. Who was I fucking kidding. Besides, it was too risky.

What's so funny? Why wasn't Ross here?

"Enough questions." the stranger suddenly scowled and took something out of his pocket. It was a needle. My eyes slightly widened.

No. I can't be drugged. How the fuck am I suppose to escape from this Hell hole if I'm out of it?

"N-no! Don't! I'll go willingly-" I tried but he ignored my pleas and lunged at me. I felt a sharp pinch on my shoulder and suddenly everything started to blur.

Fuck.

* * * * * * * *

I woke up strapped to a chair again. This time it was made of wood not metal.

My arms and legs were asleep and tied down just like the first time. It was hard to focus and my vision was still a little blurry. I also realized that I was gagged this time.

Looking around the room I saw that the walls were a deep shade of red and the floor was carpeted in a soft olive green carpet. There were two leopard statues standing beside the main door that led into the room. They looked vintage and really expensive.

There were also a few bloody renaissance paintings hanging on the wall and a few chairs in the corner. Other than that the room was bare of any furniture.

The doors suddenly slammed open with force and I almost jumped out of my fucking skin but relief washed over me when I saw Harry's beautiful face. I almost cried out, I was so happy.

"Kitten!" he exclaimed as he ran to my side in an instant and gently pulled the rag out of my mouth while Louis and Zayn untied my arms and legs.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" he asked frantically.

Tears streamed down my face, tears of happiness, as I shook my head.

"I-I'm fine just, please, get me out of here." I sobbed. He nodded, serious, and helped me stand up.

"Leaving so fucking soon, Styles?" a voice came from behind us. Harry turned around fast and quickly pushed me behind him protectively.

"This is between me and you, Ford. Cora has absolutely nothing to do with this. Let her go." Harry said in a low voice, his eyes never leaving Jesse's.

Jesse's head reared back as he let out a manic laugh.

"That's exactly why I brought your slut into this you dumb fuck." he pretended to wipe his tears away. Harry snarled, he literally snarled like an animal.

As I glanced at Harry's expression I realized that I'd never seen him this angry before. Quite frankly, he looked scary as hell. I would not wanna mess with him when he's like that.

"What more do you fucking want? I followed you're instructions, came alone, and I agreed to hand over my fucking empire. The least you can do is let them go. You can do whatever the fuck you want with me." Harry said through clenched teeth.

"Harry, no." I cried in a tiny voice, grabbing his arm. I just got him back!

"Oh no you don't. No one's going anywhere." Jesse smirked.

As if on cue, Jesse's men barged into the room and grabbed Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall.

"Tie them up." Jesse instructed. They were tied to the chairs that had been sitting in the corner, leaving Harry standing alone in the middle of the room with me, hiding like a fucking coward, behind his back.

"You can leave now." Jesse told his men.

Why aren't they fighting back? Don't they have weapons with them?

I mentally smacked myself in the face. Of course they don't. Whatever weapons they had were probably confiscated by Jesse's goons when they arrived here.

The only thing they can do now is follow orders.

A look of confusion suddenly came across my face when I realized something.

Where's Ross?

"Looking for someone, Cory?" Jesse asked. My eyes snapped back to him as he motioned to one of the guys.

As if he had read my mind, the door opened again to reveal Ross being dragged in by two gruff men.

He was beaten up pretty bad and could barely stand up.

"Ross!" I cried out. I tried to run towards him but Harry caught me by the waist and pulled me into him as I struggled to get free.

"How dumb do you think I am?" Jesse chuckled.

I stopped struggling and glared at him with tearful eyes.

"I told you to come but I never gave you the fucking address. Ross was the only one who knew I had sent you that video so I just had to put two and two together and vio'la! Traitor caught red handed." Jesse stalked over to Ross, who was on his knees.

He pulled something out from behind him. My face paled when I realized it was a gun.

"No!" I screamed. "Ford! Don't do it!" Harry yelled in rage.

Jesse cocked the gun and put it against Ross's bleeding head.

"Say bye bye." Jesse sang.

Ross looked at me with a sad look on his face.

"Forgive m-" he was cut off when Jesse fired the gun.

The gun shot was so loud that my ears rang. It didn't help that I was screaming like a dying hyena.

I fell to my knees with my face in my hands.

"Oh shut the fuck up." Jesse rolled his eyes.

He pointed towards me and motioned me to come towards him. When Harry didn't let me go Jesse cocked his gun again. Harry loosened his arms around me and I slowly stepped forward, trying my best to look brave but I knew I looked broken and defeated.

As soon as I reached him, Jesse grabbed me in a choke hold.

"Don't you fucking touch her, Ford! I'll kill you!" Harry spat.

"You and what army, Styles?" Jesse chuckled.

I couldn't stop staring at Ross's lifeless body which was laying just a few feet away. His blood was starting to pool around him.

I had my back to Jesse, who had his arm around my neck, keeping me in place.

Three more of Jesse's slaves came to tie Harry's arms to some chains hanging from the ceiling.

There's no way he can get out of those without someone's help.

I had suddenly gone silent. I couldn't find my voice. Ross died because of me.

Why does everyone around me always end up dying such gruesome deaths? Maybe I'm cursed.

I was suddenly thrown to the ground and cried out as I landed on my wounded leg.

Jesse whipped out a knife and climbed over me, ignoring Harry's threats.

I slapped him across the face and, unsurprisingly, received one as well but it was way harder.

My head whipped to the right and I was suddenly face to face with Ross's corpse.

His glass eyes stared back at me. Even after death, his eyes still looked soft and kind.

I started crying again. I was wailing like a new born.

"Why don't you release me so we can see who the real man is, huh? You know you can't beat me in single combat don't you?" Harry laughed bitterly, trying to anger him.

Jesse was dumb but he couldn't be dumb enough to fall for that old ruse.

"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is, Styles." Jesse said through clenched teeth and got off me.

I stand corrected.

I was lost in thought for what felt like forever. Just staring into Ross's dead eyes, feeling guiltier by the second as my sobs slowly became quieter.

He didn't deserve this.

I suddenly realized that Louis was shouting my name.

I snapped my head towards him, suddenly confused at what was happening and why I was here.

"CORA!" Louis shouted again.

Why is he screaming it's so fucking annoying. My head was aching enough as it was.

He kept jabbing his head to his right, trying to get me to look there, and I finally looked at where he was motioning and my eyes widened.

Harry was laying on the ground, barely conscious, while Jesse stood over him, he had the knife up over his head. Harry had been stabbed in the stomach, shoulder and his right thigh. Jesse had a black eye but he was no where near as damaged as Harry was.

Weren't they supposed to fight without weapons?

That's cheating.

I got to my feet and ran towards them, skidding across the floor on my knees (and skinning them in the process of course) and came to a halt in front of Harry.

I spread my arms across him protectively as I glared up at Jesse's ugly ass face.

"No! You can't have him! Please! I'll do anything you say! Don't hurt him! He's all I have left! They're all the family I have, Jesse!" I begged with tears in my eyes.

Jesse scoffed as he glanced around, as if I was annoying him.

He suddenly snapped his fingers. "Right! I forgot about you!" he laughed.

What?

Oh... fuck.

I looked back at Harry. He was unconscious now and looked so peaceful in this chaos.

Good. Let him sleep peacefully through this, God.

Jesse grabbed me by my arm and threw me across the floor where I landed on my back at Louis' feet.

I stared up at Louis. "Distraire cette mère baiseuse." I said in a low voice.

Translation: "Distract this mother fucker."

Jesse grabbed me by my legs and dragged me towards him before flipping me onto my back and getting in between my legs.

He pushed my dress up and I didn't protest.

"It's no fun if you don't fight back, Cory." Jesse smirked as he crashed his lips on mine.

I was very aware of the face that his knife was laying on the floor, just a mere few inches out of my grasp.

I kept reaching for it as Jesse continued his assault on me.

He suddenly started choking me and I gasped in surprise as my air supply was suddenly cut off.

There was suddenly a crash and Jesse's head snapped towards where the guys had been tied up and I took the chance to quickly grab the knife.

Louis' distraction had worked perfectly.

Jesse looked back at me and slipped his hand down my front while still choking me with the other.

"Any last words, little girl?" he smirked.

"Nope. Just this." I said smugly and stabbed him right in the eye with the knife.

Blood spewed onto my face as Jesse staggered onto his feet and backed up.

I got up and grabbed the gun which was laying across the other end of the room.

I slowly stalked towards Jesse, who was trying to crawl away from me.

I aimed the gun at his torso.

"Any last words?" I cooed. "You fucking-" he started but I cut him off as I shot him in the leg.

"Karma sure is a fucking bitch, eh?" I smirked.

He screamed out in sweet agony and I shot him in the other leg, laughing like a psycho the whole time.

Louis and the others were dead silent, probably scared of this new Cora that had turned out to be just as fucked up as them.

"Just in case you try to run." I smiled. "I hope you didn't think you'd die this easy, you fucking pervert. I have a lot more in store for you and I'm pretty sure my boyfriend does too." I spat.

He passed out after that.

I went back to untie everyone and then went back to Harry and tried to shake him awake.

When he didn't stir I started to panic. I picked up his head and lay it across my lap.

"Don't worry he'll-" Liam started but Zayn cut him off. "Uh, guys." he pointed underneath Harry.

My eyes widened as I saw the blood that was pooling under him after I'd picked him up.

"He's been shot!" I cried.