•Chapter 15•
I was thrown back into the cell, my hands and knees earning scratches from the cement. "Harry..." I mumbled, on the verge of crying.
"You shouldn't have even stepped foot outside, Sarah." He growled. "You know that I don't want to do this, but you need to learn." I felt a strong hand lift me up onto my feet.
Hot tears fell from my eyes, rolling down my cheek and building up at my chin, dropping down to the cement floor. The metal door closed, locking securely before he left.
The reason why I'm here again....? I was walking around the perimeter of the forest, not going to far out. I was still close to the house, but when Harry went out to check on me, I wasn't in his range. That when I ended up back here. He supposed that I has gone out into the city again, which wasn't true.
I just needed to get out of the house, and into nature a little. Why did he have to be so... Protective? No, Possessive.
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I didn't sleep, knowing that if I did, the pain would be worse than intended. I jumped when I heard the basement door slam shut, but he didn't come here right away. What would be taking him so long? I didn't want to be punished... I just wanted it over with.
I heard chains clanking the closer he got. He unlocked the door, and immediately looked towards me. "You're awake." He mumbled.
"Yes..." I replied, my voice a soft whisper from crying for hours.
He walked passed me, placing a chained restraint by the bed. I looked up to see blooded hooks lurking above me. Why have a never noticed that before?
He pulled me up onto my feet, locking my hands above my head in the metal restraint. His expression was blank, as if he'd been used to doing this. He's told me before that he's never kidnapped anyone else.
"Since you avoided my rules, 10 strikes. I want you to count until you reach 10. If you count wrong or slur, I start over. Am I clear?" He asked, taking the whip from behind his back.
"Yes." I replied, scared of what's to come.
"Let's get started shall we?" He smirked. Was he seriously going to do this?
My question was answered when a stinging pain was etched on to my back, the skin ripping, flowing with red liquid. "One!" I yelled, my eyes squeezed shut.
"Open your eyes." He slashed the leather upon my skin once again. I tried opening my blue orbs, failing when the strike hit.
"Two!" I yelled again. I finally opened my eyes.
Another slash, followed by another. "Eight!" I yelled, my voice getting softer with each from the loss of blood.
He was now standing in front of me. The ninth slash wrapped around my back and around my waist, it wasn't really a slash, but the pain was unbearable. I felt the leather tug on my body. "I hope you've learned your lesson." Harry growled into my ear.
The leather was then released from my flesh. "Nine..." I attempted to yell.
"What was that?" He acted as if he hadn't heard it.
"Nine!" I yelled.
The final slash streaked right on my left cheek. My head flung to the side. "T-Ten!" I yelled once again.
I was then dropped to the floor, going unconscious. I lifted my shaky hand up to my gaze, to see the mark still there. What was going on with him?
"Goodnight, Sarah." Harry kicked me straight in the ribcage before stepping out of the cell, leaving me there, possibly to die.
•Hey you guys. I know that this chapter is short, but I didn't know what else to put for this chapter but Chapter 16 should be up soon. Thanks.•
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*Ginny*
