Escape||H.S

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Authors pov
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Harry looked down at the women that laid underneath his body.

He wanted to do so many painful, hurtful things to her.
She was different from the other girls that Harry has captured before he was thrown in jail.

She was stronger then the other girls.
She could stay living from the amount of times he had bashed her head to the floor or wall.

The other women would simply pass out into darkens maybe even slip into a coma.

Harry wasn't surprised when she grew unconscious when he continued to punch her that day.

He was closely to killing her from the amount of rage she gave him.

He hated that she fought back but yet it gave him pleasure.

He liked a little fight. He always have.

The other women would simply obey to his orders and not talk back. Sometimes they would fight back but other then that they were weak.
They didn't please him as much as Aliyah did when she fought back.

Harry wanted so badly to kill Aliyah, but he wouldn't find a girl like her. Another girl that will stay living and fight back to what he orders.

Harry was suprised when she finally had woken up after the bad beating he did to her.

He thought he had killed her, he sat in her room debating if she should throw her body away or wait a little more to see if she will awake.

Harry couldn't contain himself as he ripped the clothes that hid her beaten, cut and bruised body that he had done.

Harry loved to see the permanent mark that will remain on her skin forever.

He loved to see the things he had done to her body. It gave him play back to the fun times he had with her.

Harry ran his finger over the healed cuts that had been formed when he whipped her. Many were deep and hasn't healed, some were healed.

He knew those were going to turn into scars and that pleased him.

Harry wanted to do so many things he couldn't have done with the other weak women that died easily as he tutored them.

Harry loved to go hard. He could go hard on Aliyah, and she would still remain living.

He always craved to go hard but he wasn't able to, but now he can.

He can with the girl he has trapped, until she isn't able to contain the amount of pain that he did or will bring her.

He will do everything he wanted to do on her until her body gives up.

Harry ran his fingers over the cuts several times before his finger brushed over the red lace panties .

Harrys dick hardened as he looked at the red lace that hide her pussy that he wanted so badly to destroy.

"Fuck" Harry whispered as he tore the red lace from her body, leaving her bottom half of her body exposed to him.

Harry looked at her exposed lower half making him harden more at the sight.

There was so many thing he would love to do with it. So many toys he can use, so many dirty things played in Harrys mind.

It reminded him the first time he ever landed eyes on her once he was free from the place he disliked.

He was quickly to arrive where he once lived at. He didn't expect for some one to live in the house he once lived in, the place he had murdered the women.

But what he wasn't really expecting was a women living in it. He knew she was the girl he will begin with again.

Harrys thoughts were snapped out by a familiar ringing that rung through the house.

Harrys jaw locked as he looked towards the basement door.

He looked down at the sleeping girl underneath him before getting off and walking up the basement and towards the front door where some human stood.

Harry opened the door with anger and looked that the old male standing infront of the door. He remembered him. He was one of his neighbors before he lived here.

His eyes meet the furious man that had opened the door.

"Ha-Harry styles!" The old man shook in fear.

That only made Harry smirk as he sees the man shake from the fear that he brought to him. He loved it.

"I calling the c-"

The old man was cut off with hard fist colliding with the door. The old man jumped in fear as Harry quickly grabbed the old mans collar and slam him against the wall and quickly shut the door closed.

"Your going to call the cops huh?" Harry asked tilting his head to the side not taking his eyes off the old mans eyes that were filled with regret and fear.

The old man shook his head rapidly, looking at Harry.

"Don't lie to me" Harry spat before grabbing the mans head and turning it, letting the old mans body collapse onto the floor.