3.

~ A m e l i a ~

The voice of someone yelling woke me up.

Where am I? The last thing I remembered from the previous night was that dangerous man and then nothing else. Was all that a bad dream?  I opened my eyes slowly, afraid of what I could see. I just hoped I would be back in my room, but unfortunately I wasn't. I was sitting on a chair. My arms and legs were tied up with thick strong ropes, keeping me in place. 

I looked around me. I was in a small, dirty room. There was a bed in the middle and a wooden wardrobe in the corner. The room had only a small window which allowed the light of the sun to come in so it wasn't completely dark. This place was awful. It seemed like I was in a basement. 

Suddenly the door in front of me opened and in came the curly-haired monster with that sick smirk on his face. "Oh look who finally woke up and decided to join me. I have to admit, I was feeling lonely." he said, laughing slightly.

"Mhmm..." I tried to speak but I couldn't and that's when I realised he had shut my mouth close with a duck tape. He frowned and took it off, making me hiss at the roughness he used. "Where am I?" I asked him, my voice coming out like a whisper.

I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. He looked at me and seemed amused. He was enjoying this.

"You are at my place." he simply replied, taking some steps closer to me. "I think we haven't met properly. I'm Harry." he said and extended his hand for me to shake. I looked at it, then gave him a death glare and he started laughing. "Oh sorry, I forgot your hands were tied up. Just tell me your name." he said, but I didn't talk to him.

I turned my head to the right so I wasn't looking at him and closed my eyes trying to stop the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Oh come on, love, don't be feisty." 

I still didn't reply. I knew he was getting angry, but I didn't care. He then forcefully grabbed my chin in his hand and turned my head to face him. I forced my eyes open and looked at his green ones intensely.

"So?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. I knew that what I was going to do next would piss him off, but I did it anyways. I spat on his face.

"Fuck." he said, taking a few steps back. He wiped his face and took the small knife from his jean pocket, aiming it to me.

"Look, you little bitch, don't forget who's the boss here." he said, coming down to my level and putting the knife just a few inches away from my neck. 

I just nodded my head. too afraid to talk.

"So, it's time we put some rules here. Rule number one, when I ask you something, you reply to me." he said, looking at me hard and angrily.

"Ok." I whispered.

"Tell me your name now." he demanded, making me flinch.

"A-Amelia."

"See. Was it that difficult?" he asked and I shook my head looking at the floor.

"Number two, you do everything I tell you to do with no objections. Three, you stay in here and don't make any noise. Four, don't try to escape, and five, if you make me angry again or disobey me, there will be consequences." he finished and looked at me with his angry dark eyes.

I nodded my head slowly, he removed the knife from my neck, and I let about a breath I didn't know I was holding. He stood up and walked towards the door.

"H-harry." I whispered his name, and to my surprise he heard me and turned around. 

He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for me to talk. I looked up at him, a tear falling from the corner of my eye.

"C-could you p-please untie m-me." I stammered, feeling quite scared for how his reaction would be. 

His hard glare softened a bit and he let out a sigh, making his way back to me. He took the knife back in his hand and cut the ropes freeing me. I quickly took my bruised wrist in my hand, trying to smoothen the pain. Harry cleared his throat to catch my attention and I looked up at him.

"I'm leaving now. Stay here. I'll be back soon." he said and left the room closing the door with a loud thud. 

I stood up from the chair and made my way to the bed. I rested my body on the hard mattress and curled up in a ball, crying myself to sleep.