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Whip

9:03 pm (5-17-13)

Harry

I watched her as she struggled against the ropes, holding her tightly to the wall. I held a whip in my hand. This kind of stuff isn't against the law, not even close. Here, there are no laws. Not anymore at least.
I stepped closer to her and held the whip to her neck, making her struggle for air. I held that whip there for a good minute or so then pulled it quickly away, leaving a red mark.
"You signed up for this sweetheart" I whisper in her ear and nip at the skin just below it.
"I don't remember signing up for...anything!" She said and pulled away from the wall.
"Stop trying to leave. I'll kill you. You're here for me, only me" I snap and back away.
I sat almost all night watching her pull against those ropes. After she had given up I pulled out a knife and a gun.
"Choose, sweetheart"
"G-gun" she said, lip bleeding because of my hand hitting her there.
"Alright. Chest, stomach, head?" I ask with a smirk.
"Head" she whispered. That was the last word she ever spoke. She never said 'i love you' or even 'hello'/'goodbye' ever again. As I had shot her.

10:34 am (4-16-13)

People said I could never love or be loved. For a maniac like me that's what people thought. I had thought the same thing too.
But one night, I met a girl. She didn't make me feel how I usually saw girls, and I had an attraction to them. She was different.
I met her at a book shop. I have no fucking idea why I was there but, I was. She was working at the small starbucks in the corner and freaked out when she saw my face.
Internet threat maybe? Or she had heard about my work... which in reality, would scare anyone.