Abduction

5 | bad girl

tossing me onto my old mattress, harry walked over and closed the door so i wouldnt escape very easily. i turned my head to see dim light shining through my small window. it was already sunrise? hearing his footsteps creek the old wooden floors, i turned my head back to him. my body was laid out, too tired from running to even try to move away from him. yes, i was scared. my body was shaking, like it was an hour before he caught me. regretfully i looked into his eyes, they were filled with an emotion i couldnt quite point out. i quickly looked away, not being able to take any longer of his stare.

"oh florence, youre in for a treat." harry said, a smile reaching his lips.

the closer he got to my mattress, the faster my heart rate spead up. how did i become so dumb to actually think i could just run away from this man?

he crouched down, pulling out rope from his pocket. he took my shaking hands in his, moving them up in an uncomfortable position in the air and tying them to the bed frame. he then pulled out a hunting knife, my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. without thinking, my body began to jerk back and forth to move away from the sharp object that was held in his hand. noticing the fear that was blazing through my eyes, his smile grew wider.

"now now, bad girls need to stay still for their punishment." harry scolded, pushing himself up from the ground. he sat himself down onto my waist, pushing my body weight deeper into the iron springs. laying out his legs on each side of my body, harry got comfortable.

"well, arent we cozy." he chuckled, opening up his knife. knife in hand, he lowered his arm towards my stomach. his other hand reached under my shirt, feeling my soft skin grow with goosebumps. pulling the shirt up, he drew the knife across it, cutting it off my body. tears swelled up in my eyes, i now felt naked, my confidence plummenting. the remembrance of a bra on gave me a little coverage.

"thats better, this shirt was in the way." he spoke up, now squirling the tip of the knife across my stomach softly.

"florence i would like you to look at me." he demanded with a calm tone in his voice.

how could i look at him? i had the feeling at any moment he was going to jab that knife into me. goosebumps covered my whole body from just one touch of him. tears ran down my cheeks. i just wished he would kill me already and get it over with.

"look at me!" he yelled, the knife cutting my skin slightly. wincing at the pain, i looked down to see alittle blood on his knife. i decided to look up, maybe he wasnt going to cut my organs out if i obeyed him.

"good, now tell me florence. why are you being punished?" harry asked, already knowing the answer to that dumb question.

"i ran away from you." my voice squeeked.

"and are you sorry?" more pressure was put on the knife as he questioned me.

"ye-yes" i breathed out, trying to cope with the pain.

"good girl, i forgive you. this is your first punishment, so ill be easy on you." he replied, taking the pressure of the weapon off my stomach for a moment.

"now before we start, im going to mark you so you remember how many times youve been a bad girl." harry smiled, lowering the knife under my left boob. he then quickly dug the knife into my soft skin, sliding it done my stomach just enough to make a bloody line. a scream echoed through the old house, as pain echoed through my body. i could feel my heart beat in my newly wounded stomach. the feeling was unbearable, tears ran wild down my cheeks as i began to cry. soon enough the knife was pulled away from my skin. looking down, i saw a deep cut, filled with blood. harry also looked down at the cut, smiling with content.