Kidnapped... Again

Harry Styles' P.O.V:

I was looking at the picture we'd taken at the ice cream parlor on my phone, missing my kitten to fucking pieces.

I had no idea where she was, if she was cold or not, if she was hurt or not. All I knew for now was that I would find her and I would make Ford pay for everything he did. I'm going to fucking stab him until there's nothing left but guts spewed everywhere.

It had been 24 hours since I had last seen Cora. We were still waiting for that scum bag to contact us to let us know what he wanted in exchange.

He had been stalking us at the party and had sent a picture as proof. I was shocked when I saw it. The picture was of me and Cora leaving the ice cream parlor.

How could I have been so fucking blind? How did I not notice him? I've never in my entire life been caught off guard like this, ever.

But Cora was my one true weakness and Ford knew it, he'd exploited it.

I'm gonna have so much fun breaking each and every bone in his body I swear to-

"Harry-" Zayn came barging in,slightly out of breath.

"He sent a letter." he said grimly and I stood up and snatched it from his hands.

"If you wanna see your 'kitten' alive and in one piece listen and do exactly as I say. I'll be in contact with you soon. Don't worry about Cora though- actually, no. Worry about her, Styles, because, like you, I don't show mercy either."

I crumpled the paper in my hands.

"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, FORD!!!" I roared in anger.

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* 15 hours earlier *

Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I stirred into consciousness with a groan. My head hurt like fucking hell and I couldn't, for the fucking life of me, remember what had happened.

My eyes fluttered open and for a second I thought I was blind cause all I saw was darkness.

The room dimly lit and even though I couldn't see, I just knew this wasn't my room.

Something was terribly wrong.

I stumbled out of bed and felt around the walls, my vision a little blurred, searching for a door knob.

I opened it and found myself in a bathroom. A single bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminated the tiny room. Looking at myself in the mirror, I found that I was wearing an unfamiliar little white dress. It left my shoulders, back and most of my legs completely bare.

I quickly walked out, looking for another door, feeling like I'd throw up any second. Once I found it I yanked it open and was blinded when white light suddenly hit my eyes.

I squinted in pain as I forced my legs to move forward even though I was dizzy and was stumbling around.

I had to lean against the wall for support as I dragged myself along the corridor.

I saw someone standing in the middle of the corridor, looking down at something in his hands. It took me a minute to realize he was looking at his phone and another to recognize his face.

"Jesse!" I cried in relief as I stumbled over to him. He looked up at me with surprise.

"Cora? What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, putting his phone away as he gently gripped my shoulders to keep me steady.

"I- I don't know, Jesse, I think I was kidnapped. You gotta help me g-get out of here. I'm scared!" I cried as a tear fell down my cheek.

"Sh sh shh, it's okay." He said hugging me comfortingly. It got a little awkward when he didn't pull away. "Umm, Jesse? What're you-" I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me out of his steel grip. "Let go! Let go of me! " I panicked when his grip around me tightened to the point that I couldn't breathe.

"Hey! Ross! What the fuck is this bitch doing out here? Get her back to her room." He yelled over my shoulder to someone. Jesse threw me at Ross and he gripped my fore arm in a painful way as he dragged me back to where I'd just escaped barely 5 minutes ago. Jesse trailed along behind us.

I looked over my shoulder at him with a look of betrayal in my eyes.

"Why are you doing this? I trusted you, Jesse, how could you!" I cried. The guy holding onto me threw me to the floor once we reached the room again.

"Sorry, babe. I've got beef with your little boyfriend. You're just the bait." he said with a casual shrug as he turned around to leave.

"Who the fuck are you!?" I cried in confusion. He turned around with a smirk, his hand on the door knob.

"The names Jesse Rutherford, but everyone calls me Ford." he smirked as he slammed the door shut, leaving me once again in the darkness.

Ford.

His name echoed through my mind as the realization dawned on me.

My head ached as the room spun. I collapsed onto the ground, going unconscious once again.

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Jesse Rutherford's P.O.V:

"Hey, Ross. Good job. Make sure she stays in her room. I gotta go send Styles a letter." I smirked.

"Yes, sir." Ross nodded. Ross is my right hand man. The only guy I really trust. Being a sex slave trafficker, I've got a lot of enemies so I can't just trust anyone. Ross has been with me for 4 years now and that's the longest I've ever kept anyone near me.

I smirked as I wrote the letter, thinking of all the things I would do to sweet little Cora right in front of Styles.

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Cora Greer's P.O.V:

I woke up in the same room once again, only this time it was brighter. There were no windows in the room so that meant the lights were on.

I sat up, immediately panicking, and gasped when I saw Jesse sitting at a couch in the corner of the room.

He looked up from his phone once he noticed I was awake.

"Finally, you're up. I was beginning to think that you were dead." he rolled his eyes, looking bored, as he stood up and stretched like he had all the time in the world.

I got up from the bed, racking my brain for a plan to escape. He started coming near me and I backed up slowly as he observed my every move, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Aren't you gonna beg me to let you go?" he asked with a frown. "You'd like that wouldn't you? You fucking pervert." I spat. My back suddenly hit the wall and a small gasp escaped my lips as I realized I was cornered. The room was so bare of furniture that I didn't really have anywhere to hide.

Jesse stopped in the middle of the room and reared his head back as he laughed. "I see why he picked you. You challenge him, don't you? It's adorable really. But I'm gonna advise you not to use those tactic against me cause I find it really annoying." he rolled his eyes as he said that.

There was a 0.002% chance of me escaping from here just by running past him and through the door and although I didn't like those odds I took the opportunity anyways and bolted like my life depended on it (which it did, by the way).

I heard Jesse sigh as I made it past him and just as I was about to reach the door he grabbed me by the waist and threw me against the wall, hard. I rebounded and landed on my back on the cold hard floor. The air was knocked out of me and I fully believed that I had completely shattered my spine this time.

A choked whimper escaped my lips as I laid on my back, completely immobile, and stared up at Jesse's looming figure as he tsked at me in fake pity. I blinked, trying to get the stars out of my vision.

He knelt down and put a strand of hair out of my face.

"I don't like repeating myself, Cory, so I'll say this once and only once. Do as I say and I won't go so hard on you. Don't do as I say and trust me, you'll fucking regret it." he whispered calmly.

"Two words." I whispered in pain. "Fuck.You." I said and smirked at him. He pursed his lips and shrugged.

"Suit yourself. Just remember, you brought this on yourself." he snarled as he grabbed me by my elbows and yanked me up harshly. A sudden jab of pure agony went up my spine as a shriek escaped my lips.

Jesse picked me up and over his head like I was a fucking rag doll and threw me on the bed where I bounced once before settling down.

I quickly rolled over so I could try to crawl away but he grabbed me behind my knees as he pulled me down towards him as he flipped me back so I could face him.

He climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head. I screamed continuously as I thrashed around under him. "Get the fuck off me you fucking creep!" I screamed furiously.

He crashed his lips on mine forcefully and my screams were muffled.

Just try and get your fucking tongue in my mouth, I dare ya, I swear to God, if I don't bite it clean off I'll let you rape me.

I tried turning my head away but he grabbed a hand-full of my hair and yanked my head back hard, trying to keep me in place as he continued assaulting me.

His right hand went under my dress as he traced his hands over my breasts and stomach before reaching my underwear and yanking it off so fucking fast I felt it leave burns on my thighs.

Jesse groped my ass in his hand, squeezing harder than it needed to be and I knew then that he was gonna leave bruises all over my body.

He stopped kissing me and sat up as he thrust his hand between my thighs effortlessly, trying to pry them apart. As hard as I tried to squeeze them together, I failed and he laughed in triumph as he got in between my legs.

His hands were all over me and my screams were slowly turning into sobs as I realized that Harry wouldn't be here to save me this time.

"Shut the fuck up. It won't hurt as much if you just stop fucking resisting." he growled at me before slapping me straight across the face.

A tiny voice in my head encouraged me to keep fighting for just a little longer so instead of giving up, I slapped Jesse right back across his left cheek.

Jesse froze in disbelief for a moment and that was all the distraction I needed. I pushed him off with all the strength I could muster up despite my body feeling like Jell-O from the fear and horror of the situation.

I had only gotten as far as getting off the bed when he grabbed me by my hair and spun me around. I cried out in pain as my roots hurt from being pulled at with such force. Jesse slapped me again, only this time it was so hard that I fell to the ground on my hands and knees.

A shriek had left my throat as I fell and gripped my stinging cheek. My tears were blurring my vision and I had to keep wiping them away with the back of my hand.

He grabbed me by my hair again as he yanked me up and pushed me up against the wall, forcing his knee between my legs. Before I had the chance to even think about doing anything, his hands curled around my throat in a death grip.

I gasped and choked as the air started cutting off from my lungs. I stared, wide eyed, at the monster before me as I realized he really wasn't gonna let me go.

"Well that was uncalled for." he scowled at me. He came close to my face, pushing his body up against mine like he was trying to crush me against the wall as he stared down at my frightened eyes.

"I'm going to make this really hurt now." he whispered with a smirked plastered across his face.

I suddenly felt warm liquid dripping down my inner thighs.

What the fuck? Did I just fucking pee myself?

Jesse's grip around my throat loosened as he glanced down at my legs with an amused look on his face.

"Did I scare you so much you started menstruating?" he chuckled like the sicko he was. He thrust his hand between my thighs and wiped his finger up against my clit, making my body jerk with surprise, before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean.

I stared at him, horrified.

"Mmm, blood and pussy, my two most favorite things." he grinned.

He let go of me completely and I fell to the floor once again, gasping deeply and coughing. I looked down at the crimson liquid between my thighs and winced.

"You are so fucking lucky, Greer. You have no idea." he chuckled again, shaking his head as he left the room like nothing had happened.

I was left alone again, crying like a little child.