I'm now in a bedroom. Oh my God! I'm going to be violated now! I think. Harry comes out of bathroom with a rope. He smiles at me and just stand in front of the bed that I'm on. I'm fighting back tears, it'll be over soon enough. Violated, then killed and then I'm gone. He slowly walks towards me wrapping the around his hand then un-wrapping.
"You're awake." Harry smirks at me then comes around and ties wrists to the bed frame. "All actions have consequences." The rope is tighter than it should be. The more I pull the tighter it gets. After both my wrists and ankles are tied to the bed Harry take off his belt. Violated, killed, gone. I continue remind. I inhale a deep breath then exhale.
"Please." I beg and try to move my arms. Too tight still. "Please." My tone weakens. What else am I supposed to say, kill me quickly? Do this quickly? Don't hurt me? I know it would just pleasure him 100 times more than it already does. Seeing people in pain, suffering and being held against their will. "Please." I say once more but barely loud enough to be heard, almost under my breath. I blink a few times trying to dry up the tears about to come out. Harry puts his belt on the ground then goes back into the bathroom. The rope is starting to dig into my skin. A burning sensation. My wrist turn left and right quickly, if I can cause enough friction the rope eventually break. Although the four other men will probably bring me right back here.
Harry stands in the bathroom doorway with hydrogen, peroxide, a razor, and a gauze. He's going to cut me. I squeeze my eyes shut and breath in and out trying to calm myself. I stare at Harry walking toward me, the hair on the back of my neck sticks up. He puts razor on the bed along with the gauze and peroxide. I close my eyes tightly again while he gently brushes my cheek, leans in slowly and kisses my temple. I furrow my eyebrows and blink again trying to remove the tears about to fall out. No sympathy in his eyes he holds the blade right under my collarbone.
"I don't need the gauge right?" Harry raises his eyebrows. I shake my head. He slides the blade through my skin, I wince a but and moan. "Good girl." He cuts again and again just smiling like it brings pleasure to him. Three on each side then my bicep. "Okay, you're done, Love." He grabs the peroxide and the gauze. "Now for the worst part." He wets some gauze with hydrogen peroxide and puts it on all my cuts. The burn, the bubbling, everything is painful.
Harry cuts the rope from my wrists and ankles. "Go get ready for dinner," Harry helps me up.
"I don't have any clothes." I look around the bedroom. Windows are covered up with curtains, these doors have the locks, not code or pad but key. I walk into the bathroom scared.
"I know," Harry walks into bathroom with me. "There are windows and we can't have a repeat of before. Now can we?" I shake my head. The bathroom has a window just big enough that I could fit out of it. The sink has a bit of blood in it and a razor.
"You-"
"Yes," Harry nods and points to his forearm. "I do.'
I get the clothes next to the sink. Red and black plaid long sleeve shirt and black skinny jeans; Harry's clothes.. I bite my lower my lower lip gently, Harry holds his palm out waiting for me to get changed, "Go ahead." He says.
"Uh" I pull off my t-shirt and put the top I was given, Harry stares at my face and not my body. I pull down my blacks leggings then put on the skinny jeans. I walk over to the sink and pull down the collars of the shirt a bit and look at the gauze on my collarbones, I can see a bit of blood that leaked through. Harry opens the bathroom door for me and I walk through. I glance over at the bed with the bloody razor on a pillow. He gets a key out if his back pocket and unlocks the door.
In the living room Niall, Liam, Zayn, and Louis sit on the floor, there aren't any couches. I walk over to the window but Harry grabs the back of the shirt.
"Alison, you're mine." Harry whispers harshly in my ear. "You can't change that" He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I groan in pain. The other boys look over at me like they don't know what just happened.
"Ow" I say to Harry, he lets go of me. My collarbones hurt more than my arm. He knew where it'd most. Arms because I move them a lot and collarbone because it doesn't have a lot of extra fat unlike my arm. Every time I breath it hurts, every time I move it hurts, I can't wait for this to be over.
"Those pants look a bit to big for you, Alison" Louis laughs. I try to smile. "What's wrong?" He asks getting up and hugging me.
"Nothing." I smile again, anything that touches me hurts me. Louis puts his hand on my shoulder then feels the gauze on my collarbone.
"Harry!" Louis shouts. "What the hell did you do?"
"She tried to run away" Harry speaks in a calm time like he knows he's gonna win.
"Are you okay, Alison?" Louis tries to hug me but I wince in pain.
"I'm fine." I force a smile and I walk over toward Harry. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and squeezes gently. I squish my face trying to hold back tears. If he doesn't kill me in the next couple days and continues to cut or abuse me I'll just kill myself without him. Sneak off then take a knife, razor or anything sharp available and stick in my throat. Sure it'll hurt but it would hurt less than being forced to do something, or even worst, having something done to me and to have to not say anything. Women need to be treated as equals. We're worth something and I don't think guys notice that, they would be nothing without us, yet they abuse physically, sexually, emotionally. I'm not useless, I have a meaning and not to be hurt sexually, emotionally or physically.
"What's for dinner?" Niall asks getting up and walking over to Louis. "We can order pizza."
"Okay," Harry takes his arm off me then gets his phone and dials a number. "Put Alison somewhere safe." Zayn and Niall hold my arms and Liam is behind me along with Louis.
They take me to the bedroom where Harry cut me. They all sit on the bed then invite me over. I look over at the pillow, the razor is still there. I get up and throw the razor out.
"I'm so sorry, Alison" Niall hold my shoulder and I scream through gritted teeth.
"I'm fine." I shrugs his hand off and I slump down against the wall. "I can handle pain," I sigh and cross my arms against my chest. "I'm fine." I repeat
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You're Mine. |H.S|
Fanfiction"You're mine." Harry pushes me up against the wall and holds his hands to the back of my thigh. "Say it." I just stand there, my stomach feeling like it's about to burst with nervousness. "Say it!" He demands. "I'm yours, Harry." My breathes stutter...
