Short Stories

Slayed (Narry Part Two from Seized)

Niall screamed his lungs off, vocal cords vibrating, ears ringing and jaw sore from how hard he screeched.
The man seemed to agree with his vicious scream as he clamped his hands to his ears.
The masked man growled, annoyed by his terrified screams that could cause the whole neighborhood to wake up.

"Shut the fuck up!" The man yelled and smacked Niall harshly on the cheek, so roughly that Niall flew back into the closet door making it shut against his weight.
Great, now he can't hide anymore.

The man chuckled and shook his head, cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck. Niall just whimpered and pulled his knees to his chest, blinking back the tears and holding back another ear-splitting scream.
The sound of those same heavy boots sounded like a bolder slamming into the wooden floors. Niall could feel the dip in the floorboards as the man stepped forward.
Niall whimpered once again and closed his eyes tightly, breathing heavily and not caring about the tears. The feeling of the mans breath hot against his face, smelling like alcohol and weed.
He flinched as he felt a cold and slender finger crease his tear stained cheek, the mans other hand going dangerously close to his crotch.
"I'm sorry about your little boy toy over there... But he was getting in my way, and he's not really my type for such a handsome person like me." The man said, so casually that it made Niall shiver and cringe.
"But you," the man continued, his dangerous hand now moving Harry's shirt up Niall thighs and stomach.
Niall hiccuped and bit his lip harshly, trying not to let out a cry of displeasure, all he could do was kick at the mans thighs that were trying to spread his legs apart.
"You are truly beautiful, very uniq-fuck!" The man roared, as Niall kicked him harshly in the junk, making him fall backwards holding his crotch.
"Fuck you!" Niall screamed and got up, pushing Harry's shirt down his thighs again, hiding his privates.
But sadly, as Niall realized another tragic thing, that he had to go through the intruder to run out of the bedroom, and he didn't even want to think if he got caught or even worse if he did get out... What would happen to Harry?
"Aren't you going to run you little pussy?" The man croaked out, he looked to be in deep pain. Which made Niall want to keep his head up in victory.
But Niall's facial expression was nothing like he imagined, it was scared and vulnerable, holding the bottom of Harry's shirt down so it wouldn't ripple up.

The man slowly got up, hands still holding his crotch, stumbling back a few steps.
"If you haven't noticed, you just made me mad you little slut. And I'm going to ruin you." The man growled and then launched himself at Niall.
The blondes body slammed against the closet door, but the mans weight made him slide down fast and uncontrollably. His head slamming into the doorknob, blood smearing the white painted door after the knob that was splattered in blood also.
Black poppies started popping around in Niall's vision, the pain in his head throbbing, he felt crushed under the mans weight. The mans large hands quickly pushing the oversized shirt up.
Slowly, and too slowly Niall fell unconscious.

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He felt it before he woke up, the feeling of something inside of him, the feeling of being filled that he loved so much by Harry, but he knew, he just knew by the feeling of it, the weight on top of him, was not his Harry.
But that man that will be carved into his mind forever, probably reck him and Harry's relationship.
Hell, he already has by murdering his Harry.

He opened his eyes, everything blurry and watery as tears immediately fell from them. But as he blinked twice more, his vision started to clear, and now he could see the man on top of him, moaning in pleasure. But what was different?
The mask. He had no mask on anymore, like he thought Niall wasn't going to wake up, that he could ruin Niall's annoyance and then run off for him to die.
The intruder had brown hair, almost black, a stubble that looked like he hadn't shaved in months, navy blue eyes that had no shine or light to them.
Niall didn't say anything, just looked around, trying to see if there was anything for him to use to make this man get off and out of him.
Nothing but clothes hangers.
Cloths hangers.