Psychotic

PART 17/CASSIE'S POV

An angry voice was muffled by the thin dorm walls. I pass the mirror to see my ratted reflection. I was in my previous clothes with my makeup smudged from tears and restless sleep. The voice belonged to Harry, so I got up from the comfy state.

"I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS RIGHT NOW!" Harry shouted all of a sudden, making me slightly jump. I wanted to discover what the complication was. My ear was pressed against the wooden bedroom door.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF IT'S HER FUCKING BEST FRIEND! I WANT HER DEAD." There was a short pause after his brief explanation,"I WILL KILL HER SINCE NO ONE HAS BIG ENOUGH THE BALLS TO DO IT!". I take a gasp of air and resume listening to him shout at the unknown. His voice quiets down as he brings up Morgan.

"Cassie's sleeping, so I will do it tonight". Before I notice my knees buckle before I can get a running start. I ignore the throbbing tension because I knew that Morgan was in fatal danger. The wind was blowing through my hair as I pushed myself to move faster. A large and rough hand snatches my brown hair into a fist and hoists me upward. His left hand blocks my screams, causing them to become soft muffles. I was in a paralyzed state with the throbing sensation on my burning skull. My eyes were pooling with tears as my mouth quivered under his palm. The man I suspected was Harry was dragging me up the stairs with my hair balled up in his fist. All I was worried about was Morgan. I knew from the start I should have stopped this pathetic fling.

"You should have stayed. Then you would not be in this position." Harry hisses, still dragging me. As he says this he earns a worried muffle from me. I attempt to claw at Harry's hand but only making him pull tighter. The infinite stairs come to an end as he throws me at the top of the stairs. Suprisingly, no one has came out to see the horrific scene which horrifies me. I curl up in a fetal position and try to claw my way to random door. As Harry watches me with a sadistic smirk, he picks me up and throws my body over his shoulder like I weighed as light as a feather.

-Harry's POV-

My head hurt with all the possibilities racing through my mind. What the hell do I do with her? If she had stayed here none of this would need to happen. In my mind I think of dirty thoughts what to do with her. I shake them off and carry her over my shoulder. She was smart not to resist because she knew not too or she would face consequences. I get a text from Louis, telling me that he is outside in a white van.

"We don't even have her." Louis sighs into the phone with a hint of exhaustion. Anger fills up my body to the top. I run my free hand through my hair, with the phone pressed to the crook of my neck. Cassie was still slung over me like a satchel. "Whatever, I will be out in a second." I am true tomy word as we quickly and sneakily pass outside with any suspicion. You would be suprised what you can get away with at this campus.

-Cassie's POV-

Relief washes over me as I overhear a man say that Morgan was not with them. As much as we argue I could never let any of this happen. Harry's hand was rested on my firm ass with his other hand holding the phone. Occasionally he would run his hand through his volumious hair out of stress. Harry narrowed his eyes at the still, white van awaiting in the parking lot. I regain my strength but I deicide against running out of the van. He would just catch up to me and God knows what else. Harry shuts the back of the van's half, where I am, while whispering something to the stranger.

Once I thought I was going to be left alone the whole way to the anoynomous destination, I see Harry's lean and tall body crouch down to me with cable ties in his left hand. His long fingers motion for me to stick my hands up over my head. I oblige with a disaproving scowl glued to my face. A starnd of hair falls into my face. Harry actually tucked the loose piece of hair behind my ears. I fight back a smile while I replay the bad memories in my mind. A disgusted look creeps upon my face. His green orbs darken as he tightens the grip of the cable ties. I wince but I do not give him the pain he wants to see.

The dark eyes lighten up to something similar to lust. My body responds quickly as he touches my cheek. I feel bad for forgetting about Morgan and her safety. Everytime he turns me on, he turns off my reality swtich as well. Nothing seems to matter, nor all the trechorous memories of him attacking me, humiliating me, or "raping me." Harry has that effect on everyone it seems like. My sensuality was a game to him, that he already mastered.

"Let me make you forget everything." Harry breathes into my ear. I eagerly nod which makes him laugh at my desperation. Blood rushes to my face, causing warmth to spread across my cheeks. "I am going to make you come so hard." Harry whispers. I am a little bit embarrased by the idea, but if it feels as good as before then I want him too. He licks his lips again and pours his eyes to me again. There was no doubt we were going to start fighting again but I did not care. I needed this, I ached for this, and I craved this feeling forever.

"Do you want me to?" he asks, and I groan.
"Please, Harry, don'tmake me say it." I beg. He brings his hand back down and runs his fingers along my hips in wide circles. "I won't." Harry promises. I shake at my hands to have Harry notice the ties.
"No, I think I like them on you." He smirks playfully. He pulls my pants down and follows with my top. My bra is just plain blue, with a small bow on the dip between the cups. His eyes go wide and focus staright to my bust.
"Cute." He smiles while examining it.

Harry places his hands on knees and spreads them apart himself. I am already pooling myself for him, my lips parch, and I am lost for words. He hooks his arms around my thighs and bends his knees slightly so he is crouched in front of me, between my legs. The anticipation of how this will feel is driving me insane. His chestnut curls tickle my thighs, as he lowers his head. My pulse is thrumming through my ears, and I temporarily forget we are in a van. His tounge swirls around my creamy skin and my eyes flutter shut.

"Harry, please." I breathe. I need some sort of relief from this slow and teasing torture.

~Cass