Escape||H.S

5

Aliyah's pov
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I felt something move across my stomach, something sharp and cold.
I didn't open my eyes as I was to weak and pained to do so.
I didn't know why my body was sore to my limb.

I tried to think what happened that could possible make my body weak, but everything was blur.

"I know your awake sweetie"

I didn't have to think twice before it all came back, flooding my brain.

A sob escaped my busted lip  as I can feel his presence next to me.

"Sh, don't cry" he cooed as I felt the sharp object slowly slid across my forehead down to my cheek. That only caused me to cry harder.

There was a little pressure added as it stayed on my cheek before going down to my chest.

My eyes shot open to meet with the the Devils face that had a smugly grin on his face.

I tried to move my hands but I felt something  restraining me from doing so.

"Ah ah ah" Harry shook his head as he seems me struggling to get out of the restrains.

"Don't even try" Harry snarled. A knife held in his right hand as he softly ran his fingers against it and admired the object in his hand.

Now is when I noticed I was in my room. I was happy to still know he didn't take me anywhere but it frightened me to be held captive in my own room tied up to my bed.

"You must be wondering why you are still in your room?"

My swollen eyes snapped  to where Harry sat on my desk still playing with the knife that was in his hand. He got up and stabbed the desk making the knife stay in place.

He stalked towards my hopeless body and leaned down so that his face was hovered over mine.

"If you didn't happen to know my dear. This used to be my room, my house... Where I raped every women, killed every women with my bare hand in this very house. Where I held them captive."
His breath fanned over my face as he spoke every word that escaped his lips.

My body shook as the images ran threw my brain. The sounds of the poor helpless girls screaming as he brutally killed them.

I have been living in a criminals house where he killed every women in this very place where I once used to feel safe in.

Chills ran up and down my spine as he didn't move from where he stood over me with a proud smirk on his face.

"Down at the basement" he paused leaning up a bit as he bit his lip scanning my almost bare body.

"You can say that where it all happened" he laughed. It wasn't those laugh at a joke,  it was a laugh of evil.

My breathing hitched as he grabbed the knife that was stuck on my desk and yanked it out.

He walked oh so slowly towards my body with the knife in his hands.

My body shook violently as he ran the blade down my throat and to my chest and adding pressure as it ran over my breast, cutting my shirt.

I cried out in pain as the knife digged   into my flesh as it moved over my breast.

Blood spilled out of the fresh wound that the blade had made.  He ran his index and middle finger over the wound and adding pressure or more like putting his fingers into the wound.

"Fuck stop stop" I cried moving my body to get his fingers off me but that only caused him to add more force.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" He yelled. His hand raised up and slapped my bruised face.

I have never felt so violated in my life.

How did I get myself into this? How did I not know that house was once to be owned the the most wanted criminal.

"If you would of listened to me last night i wouldn't be having to do this" Harry spat making me jump.

Whimpers left my lip as the blade ran down my stomach that was above my rib.

"Why would I listen to a fucking psycho"

Once those worlds left my lips, I immediately regretted them. But I was only speaking the truth.

I screamed in pain as Harry deeply ran the knife on my side not far from my right breast making my skin rip from the sharp object.

"Are you going to keep that little mouth shut or do I have to do it myself?" Harry looked down at me with an eyebrow raised.

I shook my head not able to speak. Tiers blurred my vision as I blink away the tiers.
My fresh wounds burned as blood slowly ran down my body.

Harry looked at me with a pleased face as he sees me trying to hold back my screams.

"Come on baby, I want to hear you screaming, crying as I run this beautiful blade across your delicate skin."
Harry softly spoke as he softly ran the blade over the my arms and with out a word he pressed the edge of the blade onto my flesh pressing harder as it dug slowly onto my arm.

I yelled that my throat became sore. My screams filled the room as the only think I felt was the blood ooze out of the hole that Harry is still creating as digs the knife into my arm.

"That it baby girl" Harry looked at me through his lashes as he had a huge smirk was on his face as he sees me screaming, begging to stop. I pull on the restrains but that only caused the pain to worsen as the knife was still into my flesh as I moved my arms.