Raelynn
His eyes started to get darker and I knew that Harry was no longer there. I knew that my pleads would get me no where. I knew I couldn't do anything to save myself.
He tied my hands up above my head and got to work. He had a silver clean knife in his right hand and he was dragging it on the skin of my stomach. He would push it into to my skin slightly just enough for it to cause a little blood to surface my skin.
He dragged the knife down to my leg and cut me just above my knee. The cut was deep causing me to scream out in pain, he had this sinister smile on his face and wiped the blood away with his fingers. He brought his fingers up to his nose and sucked in a slow deep breath. He shuddered at the smell and chuckled.
"Even your blood smells sweet, kitten."
I whimpered, he cut my other leg in a diagonal line. I cried harder. My cries only seemed to make him want to hurt me more and I was sure that each cut he put on me would leave permanent scars.
I was shaking terribly, "Harry, please stop." I cried, my cries didn't help just as I knew they wouldn't. I had to try, though, in hopes of Harry having mercy on me.
He moaned and shook his head, "You don't know how much I love you, Raelynn." He pushed down onto the fresh wounds on my thighs making blood roll down my thighs and onto the bed. He pushed his hair from his face with his bloody hands. "I don't want to hurt you, kitten, but you just won't listen to me and stop disobeying me." He smiled at me but it wasn't a nice friendly smile.
"Will you listen now?!" He shouted cutting my thigh and swiftly placed the knife against my neck. "You have one more chance or else I'll take your last breath with no problems, kitten. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Tell me you love me." He looked me straight in the eyes.
I stayed quiet just staring at him. "Say it!!" He yelled pushing the knife further against my neck.
"I love you." I blurted too fast for me to stop myself.
No. No. No.
You can't let him control you, Raelynn. Get a grip on yourself. Fight back. My conscious growled.
I can't fight back if I'm tied to the fucking bed.
"Say it again." He breathing grew softer, his eyes slowly went back his normal shade of emerald green.
"I love you, Harry." I wanted to cry at the fact that those words were leaving my lips. But if that's what stops him from hurting me, I'll do what I have to do.
He head rested on my stomach, he still clutched the knife in his hand. He was silent, for a second I thought he was asleep but then he spoke.
"I wish that were true."
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Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||
Разное"Death is not scary. Its where you'll be if you ever leave me" He growled in my ear. I whimpered and stared at him in horror. "I- um... OK" I stammered scared of what would happen if I said no or tell him to get away from me. He gave me a hard star...
