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Cassandra's POV

I turn my head in the direction of the voice only to see Zayn slowly coming to.

He starts to mumble out words I can't quite understand, he moves his head back and forth his eyes still shut tightly.

"W-Where am I?" He stutters out finally waking up enough to get out actual words.

"You're in the basement, Zayn. Remember?" I ask knowing there's a good chance he doesn't remember what happened considering the hits he took from Harry.

"B-Basement. Why the hell am I in a basement?!" He yells starting to panic as he struggles to move being cuffed to the stone wall.

"Zayn, calm down. You're alright."I try and comfort him but it doesn't work for he just keeps on yanking on the chains but it's no use, he's only hurting himself.

"Zayn, I need you to calm down. You're only hurting yourself when you pull on the chains." I say sternly looking over at him.

He stops what he is doing and relaxes. I let out a sigh of relief glad that he finally stopped harming himself.

"What happened?" He asked looking over at me.

I take a deep breath and then speak.

"Harry hit you a few times and you blacked out." I answered.

He looked at me a bit shocked then slowly realized what had happened.

"Okay, I'm starting to remember that but how did we get up here?" He said motioning to the hand-cuffs.

"After you blacked out Harry then cuffed us to the wall." I spoke with pure rage towards Harry for doing this.

"That bastard." Zayn said under his breath but I heard it clearly.

I just laughed and agreed with what he had called Harry.

"Where's that little girl?" He finally asked.

I looked over at him and said,

"She had a key to the door so I sent her to go get the keys to unlock these stupid handcuffs." I reply, he nods.

"Good idea." It felt like it was silent for an eternity before Zayn finally spoke up again.

"I uh... Have a question..." He stammered.

"And that is?" I say looking over at him.

"Uh... Does my hair look alright?" He asked with all seriousness.

I couldn't believe he was actually worried about his hair when we are handcuffed to a basement wall below a whorehouse.

"You can't be serious?" I asked raising a brow.

"Um, well I'm not joking." He laughed I just laughed along with him and said,

"It looks fine." I smiled over at him and he returned a smile as well.

"So tell me about yourself? I mean it doesn't look like we'll be getting out of here anytime soon." He asked turning his body a little so he is some what facing me.

"Well I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, I have a little brother named Ben... But I'm not even for sure if he is still alive. Harry sent him with some men.

"He told me he would let him go if I went with him so of course I said yes but really he was just lying and now I have no idea if he is even alive or not." I struggle to speak as the tears fall, I wasn't planning on crying in front of Zayn but I guess it just happened.

"Oh babe, I'm sorry to hear that." He spoke softly to me.

"It'll all be okay. We'll get out of this and you'll find your brother and Harry will be out of the picture for good." I smile at his words.

Harry being out of my life for good, how wonderful that would be. Yet, when he is gone I guess I'll just go back to my normal boring life.

Yes, I know that he has done awful things to me but the mystery behind him intrigues me. The tattoos that mark his skin, I want to know the story behind them. The scars he has scattered across his body, I want to run my fingers over them as he tells the story behind each one.

I want to know his story and why he took me and Ben and I want to know him.

"We'll get out of this... Together." He smiled over at me trying to reassure me that we really would.

"Thank you." I whispered to him.

"For what?" He asked turning to look in my direction.

"For giving me hope." I smiled looking up at the ceiling that was dripping water onto the basement floor.

"We all need hope because without hope there is no reason to fight and you... You have given me hope. Something to fight for." I relaxed my mind now at ease knowing that we would get out of this together.

"Well then, you are very welcome. I couldn't imagine a pretty face like yours rotting away to nothing in this hell hole." I smiled loving the complement from such a handsome face.

I'd never seen a man quite like him. To be that beautiful and kind he must have girls all over him back home, well, whereever back home is for him.

"Well, thank you."

"It's true, you are beautiful." At his words my cheeks redden probably making me look something like a tomato.

"Somebody's blushing." He said in a teasing tone which only made me blush even more.

"So where's home for you?" I asked looking over at him hoping my cheeks have toned down a bit.

"Somebody's changing the subject." He said in that same teasing way dragging out the word 'subject'.

"Nah. I'm just messing with you, I'm from Florida." He smiled.

"If you're from Florida then why the British accent?" I wondered, he laughed lightly then said,

"Well I've lived here since I was nine so you kinda just pick up on it." He laughed.

"Ah, I see."

"Yep but where are you from?" I thought back to my home in Mississippi and how boring Brettwood high school really is.

The people there are just stuck up rich kids who only like you for your money, that's probably why I never had very many friends because my family aren't poor but we're not rich either.

"Well I live in Thaxton Mississippi and go to Brettwood high where everyone only thinks of money and sex. Like legit, that's all that goes on there. I once walked into the girls bathroom to see a cheerleader and our main baseball playing doing 'it' on the floor. It was disgusting to say the least." I cringed at the memory.

"Oh, that must've sucked." I looked over at him.

"Yes, yes it did."

"But it could have been worse. One of my friends, Sara, walked in on our math teacher doing 'it' with a student. She said and I quote, 'I've never in my life had an urge to vomit like I did after seeing my teacher's shining white ass humping a random whore from our school.' I love her to death but for the longest time she tried to explain what pose they were trying to achieve." I admitted.

"Well that's not nasty at all." Zayn awkwardly laughs.

"I feel very sorry for your friend." He chuckled.

"I don't, she deserved it." I laughed looking over at him.

"How did she deserve it?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well let's just say she walked in on me and my old boyfriend messing around when he told her not to bother us.

~Flash Back~

Me and Sean were currently at a pool party, the loud music and screaming teens starting to give me a headache. I look around for the pool area hoping to find Sean so he could take me home but he's no where in sight. I look in the water but still nothing.

I get up from my lawn chair putting my towel on the back of the chair only leaving myself in my blue bikini. I walk around the house to the front yard only to find him throwing a football back and forth with some guys from school.

"Sean, over here." I call out getting his attention.

He looks at me still holding tightly to the football. He smiles at me as I walk over towards him.

"What's up, Babe?" He asks when I'm only a few feet away.

"Can you take me home? I have a headache and plus it's a bit boring sitting back there all alone." I say pointing to the back yard where the pool is located.

"I can make it less boring." He smirked down at me.

Sean was incredibly tall, like 6'3, where I am only 5'5. I tell him all the time he should be on the basketball team at school but no, he plays football.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." I say smiling and turning to walk away from him he grabs my arm and says,

"I'll be back in a few, Guys." He yells to the team and drags me off into the house.

We enter the kitchen where my friend Sara is sat at the counter biting into a pizza.

"Hey, where are you two off to?" She asked raising a brow.

"Upstairs" Sean quickly says.

"Oh, well can I come?" Was she stupid? I thought.

"No." Sean snapped and dragged me up the stairs and into a bedroom.

As soon as the door shut he slammed me up against the wall and started to roughly kiss all over my skin. He pulled at my legs and I wrapped them around his waist only to have him lay me on the bed while he kisses my neck. I knew what he had in mind and I really didn't want to do it in a strangers bed. I felt so exposed to him while I lay on the bed in only my bikini.

His kissing starts to get lower. 'til they're in the valley of my breasts. He tries to untie my bininki top but before he can the door opens to Sara.

"Hey Cassandra, your moms here- Oh shit girl!"

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"Cassandra I got it!" I heard a familiar voice say as I snap out of my flash back.

The little girl stands in front of me holding a set of keys in her small pale hands.

"Oh my God, you did it!" I say in joy.

She stands on her tippy toes to hand me the keys. After a bit of struggling with the cuffs they finally let me loose. I walk over to Zayn unlocking his as well setting him free. We both rub our wrists for a minute them being terribly sore from the chain cuffs.

"Thanks." Zayn says while rubbing his wrist.

"You're welcome. Now let's get out of here." I say smiling.

"That's the thing, how?" He said looking around the room.

"We can't go upstairs or we'll be caught and there's no way out through this room. So how?" He asked.

I looked around pondering on how exactly we'll get out of this mess.

"There's a secret tunnel right over there." The creepy -yet helpful- little girl said pointing over beside her bed.

"There is? You have got to be kidding?" I asked not believing it was going to be that easy.

"Yes, there is. I'm not lying." With that she takes us over to her bed telling Zayn to move the wooden bed over some and that's just what he does.

After the bed is moved I see the tunnel the young girl was talking about.

"Where does it lead to." Zayn says looking in the dark tunnel that leads to only God knows where.

"Outside of the warehouse, I think the parking lot." She replied.

"Well then let's go before someone comes down here." He says going first into the tunnel.

I go second and the little girl goes last. We have to get on our hands and knees to fit through the narrow space but we manage.

It's a bit wet and doesn't smell the best but I just keep telling myself it could be worse.

As we're crawling I hear Zayn say,

"I see a light." He says with joy.

I smile awaiting the moment I finally get home and out of this hell hole.

Zayn crawls out first landing onto wet grass from the dew. Then I crawl out standing to my feet and giving Zayn a hand up as well.

"Finally. We're out!" He says breathing in the fresh out doors.

I turn my attention to the little girl as she just sits with her feet dangling off the edge of the tunnel exit.

"Come on, we gotta go." I say holding my hand out for her to grab.

She looks up at me with hopeful green eyes.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?" She asked

I shook my head knowing I didn't.

"I'm Lily." She simply said.

I had heard the name before, well actually I heard Harry telling me about his sister and she died and her name was Lily... Lily is Harry's dead sister.

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Now you know who Lily is!

But am I the only one hearing Zassie??? (Zayn and Cassandra)

Hope you liked this chapter it took forever to write

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