Faceless [H.S]

Baby Love. 38

VALERIE'S P.O.V

After a couple more moments, we finally stumbled out of the private rooms--Harry's hand on the back of my neck. It was a simple notion of dominance. Control. Power, even. But, I melted into him nonetheless, allowing him to engulf me. That grip on my neck was a rough reminder: I couldn't escape him, even if I tried.

"This way, baby love," Harry murmured, directing my weak legs. "You 'lright?"

I nodded. "Never felt better."

Being with Harry felt like finally taking a shot of liquor--snorting a line--grabbing a blade--after fighting to be sober for months. You can't help but feel like it's familiar but it's so fucking devastating. Humiliating is the better word--but you can't help the chill that runs down your spine when you finally give in. Cartharsis, the second his his skin grazes mine. He's like diving into a pool and not knowing how to swim. Or driving with no seatbelts for the hell of it.

He's bad. Right? 

Is he? 

Or am I just as bad as him? 

For wanting to be a part of it? If he was anything, he was sick and fucked up. But I think I am, too. 

I'm starting to think I'm worse.

I wondered if fate was a fucking joke--putting this man in my path. 

But alas, I am a helpless little deer in the lion's mouth. Got too intrigued by his teeth, now I'm tangled and mangled within them. I pray I satiate his hunger enough.

"You look gorgeous," Harry planted a kiss on my bare shoulder.

"Yeah?" I almost snorted. "How?" 

I knew I looked rough, so I was curious to hear his reasoning. 

Harry had tried to fix up my makeup as much as he possibly could, but it just ended up with me going to the bathroom to clean up a bit and do it myself. I had to take my hair out of the ponytail--as there was no redemption for it. I had looked pretty okay afterward, given the circumstances. But, the marks all over my thighs revealed it all. The skin was kissed in red, blue, purple, bite marks showing his authority.

"You look like you're mine." He approved. I felt my stomach tighten from the praise.

"Thank you," I whispered, weakly. 

Harry gave a playful tug at the nape of my neck with a handful of my loose hair, pulling me slightly. "Behave."

* * *

Once we came back to our section, I tried to fiddle with the bottom of my dress in desperate attempts to cover up. Harry gave a warning glare—and I stopped instantly. It was crazy how his gaze did that to me. 

But, it was then I realized Vivian, Niall and Garett were gone. I gave a lifted eyebrow to the scene: Olivia snoring and asleep on the couch and no one else there. Strange. I could feel my stomach clench.

"What the fuck," I mumbled to myself. I leaned over and nudged her, and she didn't even move.

"Olivia," I tried again and instead she began to snort loudly and stay content in her slumber. Harry's face grew rigid then, with his jaw clenched. With a hard shove, he sent her flying off the seat and she landed with a with a loud thud. It was like poking a giant with a q tip. She didn't even move or bat an eyelash. Out cold.