Escape||H.S

24

Aliyah's pov
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Harry looked as me as the blood leaked from his fingers on onto the floor.

I stared at him with a horrified face. I knew I was screwed.
He didn't have no emotion on his face as he continued to cover his bloody nose, that making blood cover his hands and fall to the floor as it was to much to hold in his hand.

Harrys breathing was rapid but I wasn't sure if it was from anger or from the amount of energy he wasted as he whipped me.

Honestly I wasn't expecting to hit him in the face but I was happy that I did but I was terrified as what he will do.

The more I get him angry the more I get punished. The reason to why I fight back.

It's because he's a fucking criminal!

He kills for pleasure.

Rape,beating,cutting,whipping,killing, that is all he does to bring himself satisfied with pleasure that his body craved for. Some one like him needs help, need to go to an institution. He's a lunatic, he's not human. He doesn't have a heart that will be able to love, no one will love him because he's a criminal that kills women, he won't find anyone to love. He won't change. He will always remain how he is and how he was born.

A murderer.

who kills to give themselves  want of pleasure as they kill a human, a living human bein?

You guessed it.

Harry styles.

The criminal that is wanted world wide, that is talked about 24/7 on the news from all the innocent, poor women that had to suffer because of him.

Now I was one of those women, Scarlett was one of them. God knows when my time will end when he's had enough of me.

I didn't know if my body can take any more pain that he brought to my body as he gagged me, whipped me, cut me, hit me. I was suprised I was still alive after the amount of times that he had hit me. I'm suprised I'm still able to stand, able to stay awake from the amounts of times he made my head collide with the floor, or the amount of times he had pulled on my hair forcing me to walk or stand.

"You just love to get punished don't you?" Harry spat as he shook his hand making the blood fly everywhere.

"No not really" I said calmly. I was surprising myself as i didn't sound scared but really I was.

"Using that mouth of your again I see"

I didn't move nor speak as I looked at him with my eyes popping out its socket, I was waiting for him to do something, waiting for him to just take out a knife and stab me like he did with Scarlett. I waited for him to end my life but he just stood there with a smirk on his face as the blood ran down his face, dropping off his chin and onto the floor.

"You just keep going on and on again begging me to punish you as you always do the things I don't like" Harry slowly walked towards my body that was bleeding from the amount of wounds he made with the whip.
It was hard to breath as my stomach moved up and down causing pain.

"There's nothing I would do that you like, your me-"

I was stopped as Harrys fist collided with my cheek.

"Would you like to continue?" Harry stared hard at me as he got on the bed and sitting on my wounded stomach making me cry in pain that it brought me.
Harry sat on my nude,his dick falling across my stomach, his tip almost touching my boobs.

"Your mental" I cried as he shifted around causing even greater pain to arise.

He took another blow to my face causing my head to fly to the right.
His fist collided with my face again making me scream as my face started to become numb from the hard punches I was receiving.

"More punishment, more pleasure you give me" Harry evilly grined before making his fist collide with my jaw once again

"That's all you want, is pleasure and to bring pain to people. You do-"

Harry punched my face again as his eyes grew darker as I continued to speak.

"You don't care for any one, you dont have a heart" I spat

Harry growled lowly before he punched my face repeatedly. I couldn't feel his punched as my face grew numb from the multiple times he took a blow to my face.

My face was quickly swelling up as it was getting harder to keep my eyes open as his fist continued to hit my numb, swollen and bruised face.

Black dots started to appear as Harry never stopped his action. I moaned in pain as that only caused harry to hit harder. 

This was it. I was dying.
He's finally killing me. I can rest now.

"Bad girls deserve pain" was that last words that I heard leave Harrys lips as I slipped into darkness.