Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

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I sat up quickly and scooted away from him, staring at him cautiously. My breath hitched in my throat and I was frozen. He stood there for a few seconds then started to get on the bed. I slid off the bed as fast as I could and backed away. He made an annoyed grunt and followed my action.

Walking over to me he looked me dead in the eyes with a smirk sketched out on his skin. My back soon hit the wall and I began to panic. He let out a chuckle the pressed his body against mine.

"What's wrong, love? Scared?" He whispered into my ear.

I stayed silent, turning my head to look away from him; this only aggravated him. His large calloused hand gripped my jaw and forced me to look at him. I gave in. I stopped fighting and just looked up at him. I felt so incredibly pathetic.

He began unbuttoning his shirt and I felt even more pathetic and panicked than before. I tried to get away from him but got even closer, trapping me between him and the wall. I couldn't let this happen to me again. I couldn't let someone take advantage of me anymore. But I couldn't stop it either.

I had no control over the things he'd do to me simply because I wasn't strong or brave enough to fight him. He could brake my arm easily and I would struggle trying to break a pencil.

He threw his shirt to the ground then his hands latched onto the bottom of mine. I immediately tried to rip his hands from my clothing but to no avail. He restrained my hands above my head with one hand and pulled my shirt up with the other revealing my grayish purplish bra.

His emerald eyes landed on my chest making me squirm and him smirk. He let go of my wrists and swiftly pulled the shirt off all the way. I stood there feeling too ashamed and embarrassed to even look up. He stepped back and laughed. He was laughing at me. He was laughing at how pathetic I looked. He was probably proud of making me look and feel this way. By now I had tears rolling down my cheeks and dripping onto the floor. Once his laughing fit was over he shoved his hands in my shorts tugging them down to my ankles.

He placed his hands on my waist and allowed them to travel to the back up my body, making sure to pinch and squeeze as mush as possible until he got bored. His hands then slid up to my back and fumbled with the clasp of my bra. He watched my face drop as he undid the clasp with ease. He pulled the bra off before I could even reach for it and tossed it on the ground. I covered my now bare chest and cried even more.

"Stop crying." He said surprisingly calm.

He then pulled my silky underwear down. I tried to cover myself as best as I could but it was useless; he was going to see me no matter what. To prove
myself right he grabbed both of my wrists uncovering my nude body.

"Get on your hands and knees." He ordered after letting go of my wrists.

I listened.

He took his belt off then wrapped it around my neck, pulling tight. My hands instinctively tried to pull the leather off of me but Harry did not want that. I was slapped across the face then reprimand.

"Don't." He spat.

He began walking around the house with me like I was a dog. He would occasionally yank the belt hard, choking me in the process, for his own pleasure. He walked me to the bathroom and shut the door when we were both in. He loosened the belt and I reluctantly slipped it off. He sat on the toilet seat and patted his leg.

"Come here." He said sternly.

I went closer to him to be pulled onto his lap. I was laying across his thighs and he was chuckling. His hand was rubbing in circular motions on my backside until a hard slap came down on my sensitive skin. I gasped at the sting he had left. He repeated this again and again, pushed me off then walked out.

"Come in my room." He demanded.

I was on the floor crying from the pain and terror now and he was in his room waiting for me.

"Mirabelle!" He yelled impatiently.

I quickly got up and ran to his room. When I walked in he was on his bed naked. His legs were sprawled out and his arms were crossed behind his head.

"Get over here." He grunted.

I hesitantly walked over to the side of his bed still covering myself. He grasped my arms and pulled me on top of him. I was sitting on his stomach inches away from his manhood. He tried to push me down more but I refused so he shoved me off of him and got on top of me. He began sucking and nibbling my neck then he started to lower himself down.

I was trying to get away but he wouldn't let it happen. He was going to rape me either way because I had nowhere to go. I was trapped in this home and I was trapped with him. I'd rather be dead than have to go through this again. Once I realized that I wasn't getting out of it I just kept still with my eyes glued shut. I stayed like this for a while but nothing happened. I opened my eyes and I was somehow back in my room fully clothed. Harry was standing next to my bed with wide eyes.

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