New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 25:

I stumbled to the floor as his voice rose with anger, shouting multiple curse words. Tears formed in my eyes and I panted for breath, waiting for another blow.

Two guards strolled in right behind Harry, their guns aimed at me. Their faces were dark, showing no emotion and no set backs to blowing my head off.

"You little bitch!" Harry roared, grabbing me by the back of the neck. I whimpered in pain, shutting my eyes tightly as I felt him lift me off of the ground. My feet barely touched the floor as he held me high, shaking me around, "You thought you could escape me? Me!"

I weakly looked at him, my body already aching. His grip around my neck tightened, and I could feel my throat closing up slowly. "You little bitch! How dare you leave me! After everything I've done for you! Spoiled pig!"

"You.. Did.. Nothing.." I choked out.

His eyebrows shot up, "Nothing? Nothing! Who gave you a home to stay in! Who fed you! Who made love to you! Who—"

"You.. Kidnapped me.." I stated, my voice dry as sandpaper, "And.. Starved.. Me.. And you.." I swallowed hard, "Raped me.."

He backhanded me, "Don't you say that! Those are lies you worthless bitch!" Harry's face was twisted with anger as his eyes bored into mine, and I felt my body go limp in his grip. I had no strength to fight back. Blood trickled down from the new open wounds that ran along my skin. He shook me furiously, and my eyelids were beginning to droop.

No, I thought to myself, Keep fighting. Do not give in!

"You are mine," Harry said, his teeth gritted tightly together. "You love me."

"I love... Andy..." I breathed out.

Harry stood in silence for a moment before slamming me down to the hard floor. I cried out in pain as Harry circled me, throwing his arms in the air.

"Andy? Andy! Seriously!" He shouted at me, spitting with every word, "It's always him isn't it? Andy this, Andy that! Bleh!" Harry shook his head angrily, his eyes never leaving me, "I thought we already went over this."

He bent down, studying me carefully as I managed to spit out, "What?"

Harry grinned, "Haven't we already agreed that Andrew is the enemy? The monster?" Anger boiled inside of me, but all I could respond with was an angry growl. Harry slid his cold hand under my chin, lifting it up as he spoke, "I'm the one you want to be with, right? I'm not the monster—"

"He's.. Not.. A monster.." I spat out.

My cheek stung as I felt Harry slap me once more, this time even harder. "Shut your filthy mouth!" He roared, his eyes flashing a dark black. His face was twisted with anger, and I could trace the veins that now popped out through his skin. His voice dropped low, "I am your master! I am your leader! If I hear you speak of him once more I'll make your life more of a living Hell then it already is!"

"Fuck off!" I shouted.

Harry took a sharp breath in before grabbing me by the hair, lifting my head up above the ground as he yelled, "Your precious Andrew isn't here. He doesn't love you, for Christ sake!"

"Yes he does!" I cried out.

"Oh really?" He arched a brow, his lips curving in a sly smile. My lip wobbled slightly. My body was petrified, and his gaze never left mine. "Is that why he physically signed this? Hm?"

Harry reached behind him, sliding out a yellowish crisp paper from his pocket. It was ripped at some of the edges, aging it back lots of years.  He held it out in front of himself, opening it up dramatically as he looked it over. "Why do you think it took me so long to get here sweet heart?" He eyed me, "I had to find him in that crummy motel you two were hiding in."

He slid the paper up to my face, "Go on, read it." I looked away, tears stinging my eyes. Harry huffed and added, "Fine. I'll read it you little shit," He cleared his throat and began, "I, Andrew Dennis Biersack, agree to make the deal with the devil." Harry smirked, adding, "Me of course."

"I agree to trade the soul of my partner Madison R. Grey in exchange for a human life granted to me by the devil," Harry coughed a bit, wiping away some dust. "This bad boys a bit dated but don't worry we'll change the wording. After all, I am the new Satan right?"

"You're.. Lying.." I breathed out, but I felt my heart catch itself in my throat. He wouldn't sell me.. He couldn't! I was my own person. He had no control over me, and in fact, he'd never sell me. I was his love, his mate. He wouldn't.. "He.. Can't sell me.. I'm my.. Own.."

"Uh uh that's where you are wrong my darling angel," Harry whispered, leaning in. I lifted my head just enough to meet eyes with him, "Since he was your so called guardian angel," Harry snickered a bit but continued, "he has all rights and ownership to you. Of course, he wasn't really a guardian angel. He didn't have white wings at all to be exact."

"What?" I spat out angrily.

"No no, that was just a little... Trick on the kind if you might say," His voice was so nonchalant—no sympathy at all. "Fallen angels aren't just the special ones, honey. Nephilim can do things just as well as they can."

"How..." My voice was hoarse.

He bent down. "Black magic, my darling. It's hard to come by, but you just gotta know the right creatures to get the job done," He slid out a small vile. Inside was a dark black liquid swirling around inside. My weak eyes studied it curiously, watching it lay still inside. He flicked the cork off and downed it in seconds.

Harry swallowed, scrunching his nose a bit before continuing, "It's a bit bitter, but man does it give you power. So of course, I slid into Andy's mind and might I say, he does think of you quite often." I would've blushed but right now I could feel no emotion, "And I controlled it for awhile. I let his wings glow white, in hopes that he would just forget about you. But of course, the jack ass couldn't let you go.."

"He loves me.." I croaked.

"Loved," He corrected, "Little miss smarty pants found her way back into his life didn't you?" He arched a brow, "Tsk tsk, big mistake darling. You knew right away something was up, and you just had to ruin everything, didn't you?"

Harry shook his head, "But that's alright. It fit perfectly into place. Because here you are regretting ever touching his wings, and now you're here to stay. Andy hates you, sold your soul, and now you'll be mine." His grin went into a dark smirk as he leaned in close to my face. "You're all mine."

"No!" I managed to shout.

He grabbed my face tightly in his hand, his face twisted with anger. "Yes you are you little piece of shit!"

"Stop!" I cried, "He didn't! He wouldn't!"

"Really?" Harry questioned, and he shoved the paper at me. My fingers fumbled with it as I smoothed it out, reading it as he spoke, "He signed that damn sheet. He signed you away to me. That means you will be my lover. That means you will be mine. That means you will be my queen of darkness and rule alongside with me."

He got close to my face. "Do you understand that?" He hissed angrily. My eyes couldn't tear away from the page. There, on the fine black line, was Andy's signature. Fine and clear. I swallowed and nodded, a tear slipping from my eye. He slammed my head back against the hard floor, earning a scream from my lips.

"If it makes you feel better, if Andy went up to heaven, they would've ripped his fake wings out at the sight. You saved him some pain I guess," Harry added. I heard him swear once more under his breath before slamming my cell door shut, leaving me alone in the dark.

I laid their, motionless. Numb. My mind was blank, except for the thought that kept swirling around inside.

How could Andy do this?