I looked at him bluntly.. Peering into his now red eyes, why me?
I got off of his lap, and started to pace back 'n forth.. I probably looked like a fucking retard, but I had all certain types of questions running through my mind. Without thinking I stopped my pacing and blurted out something that was beyond rude ....
"Harry. Why the fuck am I here! I want to go back home and not be in your fucking damn presence! I want to have Abby back, where ever you put the poor girl!? She deserves to come home with me! I'm tired of all the fucking seducing you've put me through, it's about damn time you give me a explanation for kidnapping me, and take me home!!!"
Some how I felt my heart trembling by my words, my soul felt disappointed. Why the hell are my heart & soul disagreeing with me, when they should be on my side! This is so bullshit!
Harry's expression went from being sexual, to pissed off.. He got off the bed, and stalked my way.
Until I was back up against the wall of this cold room.
Harry's eyes were still glowing their lusty red.
"Knock off your attitude and deal with the fact that you are mine. I'll be back, I have business to deal with.. In the closet, put on what you desire. I'll be back for a satisfaction."
In a blink he was gone.
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