Tess' point of view:
"And I thought I could trust you to go to the fucking bathroom," Harry whispers harshly in my ear, the grip he has on my hand tightening, making me gasp in pain as we walk down the aisle and back to our seats.
"I'm sorry," I take a deep breath, knowing that no matter what I try, I will never escape. Never. All the hope that I had left inside of my heart has died.
He points to the window seat. I know he wants me to sit there so I'm not able to leave again when he falls asleep. I sit, rubbing my thighs in nervousness. "You're lucky I don't have a weapon on me right now," He says slowly and I rub my eyes as tears begin to escape. "I-I won't try anything again," I promise, hoping that he'd believe me. There's no use in lying, or trying to find my way out of this. Not now, at least. "You think I'm going to believe you after this? I don't trust you."
I want to scoff. I don't trust him. Does he expect me not to try to escape? He's holding me hostage. If anything, who would trust the person who abducted them.
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"Get up," Harry's voice growls, and my eyes immediately open from my peaceful nap. I want to cry when I come to the realization that we've arrived in Hawaii.
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serial killer / hs
FanfictionI cannot escape I cannot hide I lock my thoughts and fears inside. I look again, and now I see The evil eyes approaching me. My legs are ripped; my arms are torn My conscience weak; my soul is worn I think aloud, "Why must this be...
