*Samantha*

I didn't know how much time had passed by in the time I was unconscious. It could've been only a couple of hours; but I wouldn't have been surprised if several days had passed.

By the way I was moving, I was certain Harry was still driving; but due to the blindfold I couldn't quite tell. I'd been awake now for what felt like thirty minutes, and the only thing I could hear was faint buzzing; almost like a radio.

As much as I wanted to cry, I was so drained of energy and couldn't. If anything, I wished I was dead right now. I didn't know what Harry was going to do, and for all I knew he was lying to me and still planning on killing me. I was helpless, and all alone. Fuck. Harry even fucking killed somebody; he was capable of absolutely anything and it was terrifying.

As I sat in the darkness and tried to assess my situation, all movement ceased to be. I heard the soft buzzing stop and a car door click open. So we had been driving still. I heard the door slam shut shortly after and listened as boots crunched against gravel. I began to shake in fear and felt the tears sprouting, as another click sounded off.

"Enjoy the drive darling?" This fucker knew what he was doing. He knew I'd be awake.

I decided against answering him and stayed silent and still. Harry chuckled and the blindfold was ripped from my eyes. The first thing I noticed was that it was still dark out; so maybe we hadn't been driving that long. I stayed silent as he caressed my cheek and smiled lightly. He was fucking psychotic and the minute I was set free; I was having his ass thrown is a psych ward. He needed help, desperately. "You must be hungry. We've been on the road for three hours after all." Three fucking hours? I wanted to scream in his face, but I refused to let him get arise out of me. I blinked up at him, before returning my gaze straight ahead of me.

"Oh, so now we're not talking?" Ding, ding. Dumbass. I again stayed silent, as I studied the night sky. Harry grumbled, before wrapping his hand around my throat. This took me by surprise, as I looked up at him in fear. "Cut the act Samantha. I know you're scared. So be smart and use your words, yeah?" Gulping nervously, I nodded. His face hardened as he tightened his grip around my throat. "Use your fucking words." "Yes." I managed to squeak it out, and he smiled in satisfaction. "Good girl."

Removing his hold from my neck, he wrapped his arms underneath me and hoisted me over his shoulder. I refrained from pounding on his back, for I knew I'd just make things worse for myself. I was going to wait until I was untied and stood a better chance at escaping.

Looking around at my surroundings, I felt my confidence draining. I knew he said we'd been driving three hours, and I was sure he meant it. I didn't recognize fucking anything. "Where are we Harry?" "Don't ask stupid questions Sam."

I felt myself growing angrier as I raised my voice. "Where the fuck are we Harry?" He stayed silent and at this point, I'd had enough. Pounding on his back, I began to scream and call him every name in the book.

He must've had enough of my shit, for he dropped me to the ground rather roughly. "Want to cut the fucking attitude? I swear you'll regret it." "Where the fuck did you take me you psychopath!" Bringing my legs down, I began to kick at him as hard as I could. Dropping to his knees, Harry gripped my ankles and pulled me into him. I winced as the backside of my legs scraped against the gravel, for I still wasn't wearing any pants.

"You wanna say that again?" Scoffing, I couldn't keep myself from laughing. "What? That you're a fucking psychopath?" His face darkened and he clenched his jaw. "Yes. That." "What the fuck do you mean Harry? You're fucking psychotic. You killed a man and fucking kidnapped me. You're fucking crazy and sick; you need help."

He began to shake, as he neared closer to me. "Take it back." "Fuck you Harry. You're cra-" I wasn't able to finish before his hand came down across my cheek. My head snapped to the right, and I blinked back the tears as I looked at him in shock. "Never call me that again. Are we clear?" "Y-yes." He smirked, and released his hold around my ankles. As he stood, he brushed his hands on his jeans and looked around at our surroundings.

"You wanna know where we are Sam? We're in the middle of fucking nowhere. We're an hour from the closest civilization and nobody knows about this place. You're fucked. Your life is over and you're stuck with me now." Shaking my head, the tears began to flow again. "You can't do this to me." "Oh but I can, and I did. You're mine darling. For years I've waited and I've fucking had it. All you have is me now, so you better get fucking used to it."

All of my hatred I held for him doubled in that moment, as I looked at him in disbelief. "Somebody will come looking for me, and they'll notice you're not around." Harry laughed, as he squatted down to meet my eyes again. "You really think I'm that stupid? I've got this whole thing planned out babe. Nobody will suspect a thing." "I hate you Harry, so fucking much." I wanted to sound tough, but the insult came out as a whisper. "Nothing I haven't heard before love." "I fucking despise you." I spat. Standing back up, he shrugged. "I'm all you have now. You'll warm up eventually."

"I'll never love you if that's what you're thinking. You're fucking deranged if you think I could ever fall in love with you. You can keep me here until the day we both die; but for as long as I'm alive, I'll always hate you."

His face fell with my words and he looked hurt. It only lasted a few moments though before it was replaced with anger. "Then I'll force you to love me."

Bending down, Harry scooped me up and flung me over his shoulder again. I continued to scream and cry as he walked down a small hill and only stopped out front a gate. I didn't know what he was doing, but I assumed he typed in a code for a few moments later; I heard a loud beep and the doors opened.

Harry walked through the gates, and I watched carefully as they shut behind us. I continued to throw questions at him, but he ignored me. He only set me down upon us entering a house. Looking around, my gaze finally landed on him again. "Where the fuck am I?" "Watch the attitude." Standing up, I glared at him. "Make me."

Harry's chest began to rise and fall, and I knew I was pissing him off. Good. I'd like to see him try to lay his hands on me again. "You need to stop that shit immediately." "Or what Harry? What will you do?" I spat, shoving his forward with my hands still bound together. "Want me to fucking show you?" He gripped my wrists and dug his nails into my skin roughly. I winced from the contact and ended up shaking my head. "Then cut the shit, right now."

I took a deep breathe but nodded, and sat back on the couch of the room we were in. "This is my dads place." It came out as a whisper, but I still heard it. "What?" "My dad, this is where he lived before he passed away." Furrowing my eyebrows, I stared at him confused. "But I thought Liams dad w-" He chuckled, interrupting me. "Liam's dad raised me from the time I was two, but he was never my real father. He and my mum got divorced and now she's with her current boyfriend." "So Liam is your step brother?" Harry laughed and nodded his head. "Yes. We just never made it known because it didn't matter."

I stayed silent as I nodded and Harry continued. "My father passed away when I was eighteen and left this place to me, it was he left to me. Nobody knows about it." I gulped nervously and nodded, looking to the ground.

"I never wanted this to happen, but it's just the way things are. I promise you'll warm up to me. I mean it could be worse, at least I'm not a stranger." He had a smile plastered on his face, and I couldn't help but scoff. "You think that makes things better Harry?" He looked taken aback as I stood up and eyed him down. "If anything that makes the situation worse. I was taken by somebody I fucking trusted; somebody I've known since I was a child. It's far worse!"

Harry didn't respond to me, and instead pulled a blade from his pocket. Immediately my eyes widened, and I began screaming as he neared closer to me. I attempted to run away, but he gripped the back of my shirt and pulled me down onto the couch. "Harry don't do this to me. Please." I was sobbing, and he couldn't have looked any less bothered. In one swift movement, he had cut the bounds from around my wrist and they fell to the ground. "I already told you I wasn't going to kill you, so shut the fuck up about it." He tucked the blade away in his belt, and grabbed the rope from the ground. "I've got to run and grab some groceries and other things." I observed Harry as he walked over to a trashcan in the connected kitchen, and dropped the rope inside. "Can I trust you not to escape while I'm gone?" Part of me wanted to be sarcastic, but the other part of me wanted to be cooperative for the time being. Nodding my head shyly, Harry immediately burst out into laughter. "You truly think I'm that naive?" I stayed silent, and watched as he walked toward the front door. "I'll be back by sunrise. Don't even bother trying to run away love. Even if you manage to make it out of the house; you'll never get over the gate."

With his final words, he slammed the front door shut and I listened as it locked. Scurrying over to one of the windows, I watched as Harry walked several yards and typed in the code at the gate. It clicked open, and after he had walked through they shut behind him. He ascended the hill and as he reached the top, he spun back around and immediately smirked at me. He gave me a sly wave, and I listened as a car roared to life off in the distance. I felt tears prick at my eyes, and soon after heard the car drive off.

Backing away from the window, I gripped the front doors handle; but it wouldn't budge. "No, no, no." I sobbed, tugging on it even harder. Backing away from the door, I ran across the room to where the backdoors were. Tugging on the handles, they didn't move either. I tried every single window in the house, but none of them seemed to move either. Each window had been completely reinforced as well with a stronger glass; that it'd be helpless to try and break one. How long had Harry been planning this?

My mind was full of questions, and as I looked to the kitchen clock; I read the time. It was several minutes past two in the morning. Harry probably wouldn't be back until five. I had time, and I promised I was going to get myself out of this mess.

I decided it'd be in my best interest to explore the house, just so I'd know of any possible escape routes if the time ever came. We were definitely in the middle of a fucking forest, that much I could tell. On the first level of the home, there was a kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom, and one other room which had been locked. Walking up the stairs, I began to explore the second story of the house. There was a loft, bathroom, what looked to be a guest bedroom, a completely empty bedroom, and then the master bed and bath. I hoped he didn't plan on us sharing a bedroom; there was no way in hell that was happening.

Descending back down the stairs, I began to look around even further. There had to be a way out of here; there just had to be. Harry couldn't keep me locked up like this, I wasn't a fucking animal.

I once more tried to open every window, but after another failed attempt I screamed in frustration. Picking up a glass decoration from beside one of the couches, I screamed and chucked it at the wall. At this point I felt like I was going insane. My eyes traced over the clock; and only ten minutes had gone by. I felt myself growing even more enraged as I picked up another glass decoration and chucked it against the backdoors. It shattered as soon as it hit them, and fell to the ground. Harry wanted to treat me like an animal, I was going to act like one and didn't care if there were any consequences. He could kiss my ass.

Grabbing another item from the coffee table, I went to chuck it but stopped after seeing it was a picture frame. I felt the tears brim in my eyes as I looked over it. It was a picture of me and my family alongside Harry and his. My parents. My siblings. It was all gone. Clutching the frame to my chest, I collapsed to the ground and curled up into a ball. My sobs racked the walls of the house, as I shook miserably.

My life was over.