Behind The Mask II Harry Styles #Wattys2015

Chapter 62

Alyssa's P.O.V.

"This is not over princess..." He said, before walking up the steps of the basement and leaving me alone in the dark once again. I was still tied up and in pain. Now that I was all alone I decided to just let it all out. I was afraid. I had no idea what he was capable of when he was in his fits. I didn't want to suck him. Who knows what he could do to me.

I was still hanging there from the ropes that bound me to the ceiling. The ropes had cut deep into my wrists and I felt dried on blood on my wrists where they were bound. I felt vulnerable, hanging there in the pitch blackness. The candle that Harry had left, had long burnt out and I was left alone with my terrifying thoughts. My mouth was dry from dehydration. I longed for the sweet feeling of water on my tongue. My stomach growled with hunger.

My whole body was sore and despite all of the pain that I was experiencing, I somehow managed to fall asleep. I wasn't in a deep sleep. Any creak or small sound would startle me awake. I had no idea how long I'd been down there. Time escaped me. I felt like I was going insane. It was just me and my mind.

I had just managed to fall asleep again, when I heard the creak of a door. I tried waking myself up, knowing the nightmare would play until I woke up, but this time it wasn't a nightmare. I heard his footsteps and his voice. I felt his hands touch me. I used to savor his touch, but now I shook under it. Not in pleasure, but in fear. I heard him take in a deep breath and I feared to open my eyes.I didn't know what was left.

"You look so beautiful hanging there like that. You look so weak, so vulnerable. I love the way you look when you're tied up, all mine. Tell me you want me baby....tell me you need me." He hissed in my ear. My whole body shook. I didn't know whether it was from lust or fear. I couldn't tel anymore. I was confused and sleep deprived.

"Why are you being so quiet, love?" He asked me, too innocently. I scowled at him and he smiled in return.

"I can let you down, honey. But only if you agree to do something for me." He said. I would normally fight against him because I was hard headed but my body ached too much and I needed a break.

"What?" I said in a tiny voice. It was barely audible due to the lack of water and since I hadn't talked in God knows when.

"I will let you down only if you promise to do exactly what I say..." He smirked, evilly. I thought about it. He could make me do anything. I was scared but I found myself nodding. I felt tears staining my cheeks and I looked down.

"I didn't want to hurt you baby, but you're pretty when you cry." He smiled at me. I frowned. How sick could one person be?

"You're a monster..." I said.

"And should I apologize for that?" He said, raising his eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No one ever apologized for making me this way." He said, with disgust in his voice.

"Are you ready to be released, darling?" He cooed in my ear. He stuck his hand down my pants and started rubbing me. I didn't want to enjoy it but something inside me did. I turned away in disgust. I couldn't do anything to stop him. He wouldn't listen to me. I didn't want him to make me feel this way when he was in one of his "episodes." He frightened me. I didn't want to feel this way towards him.

I knew that I couldn't live my entire life with him because he would keep doing this. I'm afraid that he would never change. It hurt to know this because I loved the other side of him. The real side of Harry. He was anything anyone could ever ask for. He was handsome, sweet, funny, sexy, and an absolute dork and I loved him. I didn't know if I could be safe as long as I stayed with him because his episodes were so random and once he starts them, he can't snap out of them. I can't do anything and I'm his only victim.

He pulled out a knife from his pocket and my body shook with fear. What did he plan to do? He could easily kill me. Maybe he just should and I wouldn't have to worry about any of this. When I thought about it, my life really was worthless. I was doing nothing with it. My dad died and my mom put me up for adoption. Nobody wanted me, my best friend didn't even seem to care for me anymore. I have a crappy job waiting on people at a dingy old coffee shop, I barely made any money.

I don't even have my own home and I have to live with a guy that I have fallen in love with and he turns out to be a psychopath. Maybe it would just be best if I died. He brought the knife up and cut the ropes that were binding me. I felt the pressure release from my wrists and I fell hard onto the cold, hard cement. I groaned. My body hurt so bad. How could he do this to me? I just wanted to other Harry back. The one that would never hurt me. The one who cared about me. I couldn't even cry because I was so dehydrated. Harry leaned down to me and smiled at me.

"I didn't mean to fuck you either baby, but you're so goddamn pretty when you're mine." He smirked once again at me. I just shook my head and cried. I couldn't move because every muscle and every bone in my body ached.

"Fucking say something!" He screamed, causing me to jump. I just let out a small whimper.

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