Escape||H.S

20

Aliyah's pov
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I moved my wrist around trying my best to get my hands to slip out, but only caused the rope to rub against my skin making it sore. The feeling of it tightened around my wrist made the pain worse as I struggle while I looked at the objects in his hands.

I looked at the knifes that played on his hand while he looked at me with a smugly grin on his face.

"Have you ever played darts before?" Harry questioned

I nodded my head not sure why he asked.

"Well that what we will be playing today kitten, but what the target will be .. Is You"

My eyes widened as the words left his lips slowly.

I struggled and moved my body as I desperately tried to get free before he can begin the game of what he calls is darts. But all it caused was me to whimper in pain from the friction it was causing as I did so.

"Please" I begged and moved my body as Harry walked a few feet away from me before turning around to face me with the blades on his hands.

"The more you struggle kitten, the more it will tighten, the more you beg the more I want to hurt you"

My lips quivered as he took the first blade in his opposite hand before putting hit arm back.

I shook my head and closed my eyes as I cried out, afraid that he will get the blade into my flesh and kill me right there, but once I heard the blade slam against the wall I opened my eye and looked around me to see where the blade landed.

My eye spotted the blade on the left of my thigh only an inch away from hitting me.

I looked at Harry as if he was crazy.
Oh what the hell what am I even saying of course he's crazy. A crazy lunatic!

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Did I just say that out loud?

"Noth-"

I was cut off with a blade being thrown at me, but this time it landed right between my arms that were over my head.

"Now, would you like to say that again?" Harry growled, as another blade was being ready to be thrown at me.

"Fuck you" I spat with anger.

I shrieked as I felt a sting on the right side of my hip. I look Down to see he had slight hit me with the blade.

There was a minimal blood running down the side on my hip.

"Your a crazy son of a bitch" i screamed from pain but mostly anger as he was practically using me as a toy.

"You just can't shut that little mouth of yours, can you?"

Harry threw the blade but his time it landed on the left of my face, very close that I can feel it if I moved my face.

"I will not shut up! Your a a crazy man, you sick, you kill for pleasure. who the fuck does that!"

I didn't regret it at all, it felt good to scream at him, to finally stand up for myself even when I'm hanging from a pipe will I was getting blades thrown at me.

Harry didn't say anything but look at me with a hard stare, his eyes were a deep shade of green, knowing well what I just said pissed him off.

Good.

"Any other words you like to add" Harry growled, the last blade was tightly held in his

"Go to hell"

Harry smirked before he threw his arm back and then forward, throwing the knife.

I gasped as my body fell down onto the floor with a thump and a groan that escaped my lips.

I looked up to see the blade had cut the rope, but my hands were still tightly held together.

I looked at Harry to see that he had meant to do it on purpose.

But why?

I wiggle my wrist around praying it will loosen up, but nothing worked as it was tightly knotted together.

Harry slowly made his way towards my struggling body that tried to get the ropes free.

"Kitten stop struggling, they won't come off" Harry said with annoyance.

I shook my head not wanting to listen to him.

Harry grabbed my jaw before slamming my head against the wall. I shut my eyes and cried in pain from the pain it caused.

"Please stop" I begged.

i prayed for this to almost be over, but the words that left Harrys lips proved me wrong.

"Kitten, your punishment haven't even began"