***Melanie's P.O.V***
My body was burning. Bruises were scattered across my body, and tears were stinging my eyes. I knew that Harry was sick, but I had no idea that he was this evil. Darkness clouded his eyes, and there was no trace of humanity behind them. Harry was a heartless, cold blooded, evil monster.
"I have to get out of here" I cried to myself.
I knew that I had to escape, or die trying. But if Harry caught me yet again, he would punish me in ways much worse than death. It was hopeless. I had no way out. Even if I could escape, I don't know how to get home, Harry would find me again, and punish me all over again. It was useless. I was screwed.
I have no idea how much time passed, at least an hour, but it seemed that the pain in my body never eased. My skin was on fire. I felt dirty, and used, but the pain was much worse. It felt like thousands of daggers had were being plunged in my skin, over and over again.
"God" I whispered. "It's Melanie...Look, I know I haven't been very...you like in my life...but I need help. I don't even know if you are real" I laughed bitterly. "I could be talking to myself right now...But if you are real, if you can hear me, help me. Get me out of this hell hole. Harry is a fucking-ah I mean..freaking monster." I stuttered. "So...yeah. Amen?" I almost asked, totally unsure on what to say. I know that praying seemed utterly bizarre. I have no idea what I believe in. I don't have any faith at all. All of my hope had been crushed and killed by Harry.
My gut twisted as I heard Harry's raspy voice speak up as the door flew open. "You really think that's going to help you, princess?"
"What do I have to lose?" I sighed, looking away from his dark gaze. I didn't have to look to know that he would be wearing his signature smirk.
"True" Harry admitted, "but it's not going to work." he shrugged. I glared at Harry, hatred blazing in my eyes. Did he really have to crush every spark of hope in me? I'm guessing he did, since he was the anti-Christ.
"How do you know that?" I snapped.
Harry laughed, dragging a seat from the corner of the room, up to the side of the bed, placing in near my head. Harry sat down, so we were eye level, and smirked at me. "Do you believe it's going to work?" he asked.
"I dunno" I mumbled. He had a point. I wans't sure it would work. In fact, I was 99 percent sure that it wouldn't work. I mean, if he was real, then why the hell does he let us suffer? Messed up if you ask me.
"Exactly" Harry smirked. "Faith is all about, funnily enough, faith." he reasoned. "You have to have faith and believe that it's going to work. I mean, there is no point in praying that you can fly, then laughing when others attempt it." he shrugged. "You don't believe that a so called God is going to magically save you, and you'll live happily ever after, and you won't." he reasoned. "People like to think that there is a higher power that we can pass the blame to, and pray to, hints a religious faith, but when you think about, praying is the same thing as wishing. You wish you weren't here, yet you are. So, it's not going to work. You're stuck here with me."
'Aren't you a ray of sunshine" I mumbled sarcastically. I don't like to admit it, but he did have a point. Everything he said was true, I was denied it because I just want to get away from Harry, away from the devil.
Harry laughed at me, nodding his head at my statement. "Yup" he laughed, "and you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."
"I'm sticking with the 'not' one." I growled, tugging at the damn restraints that were burning against my limbs.
Harry's eyes scanned me up and down, and I quickly remembered that I wasn't wearing any clothes from Harry's last punishment.
"Harry, please give me my clothes?" I begged, knowing that raising my voice would only make him laugh and he wouldn't give in to my demands. Harry picked up my bra and hooked it around his finger, swinging it around, taunting me.
