Whip L.S.(Bdsm)

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This chapter will be graphic containing scenes of rape and violence.

Harry walked up to the restaurant excited as usual to spend time with his man, he took in his surroundings as he walked. It was a nice night in the city so he took it all in. He can't believe how lucky he is, everything is going perfectly in his life right now.
He enters the restaurant walking straight to the hostess smiling usweetly.
"Excuse me I'm meeting my boyfriend here, lo.." Harry tries saying before being interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Jack, Jack Poole." He wraps his arm around Harry's waist and gives him a firm squeeze on the hip.
"What are you doing here Jack?" He asks cautiously.
"I'm here to be with my boyfriend." Just as Harry was about to protest he felt something poking into his back and was sure it was a gun. He doesn't really remember Jack owning a gun before  but he's sure he'd use it if he wanted to.
"We've changed our mind miss, we will be leaving now." He quickly pulled a stunned Harry out the door to his car waiting by the curb.
Jack drove silently to his apartment, it was different then the one he had when they were together. The inside was a lot more unkempt than his previous place. Dirty dishes littering every surface, the smell was terrible. Like rotting food and urine.
"Ok bitch. Your my boyfriend now, got it? Your into all that whips and chains shit now right? Now you do as I say." Jack said in a cold tone starting to unbuckle his jeans.
"Wait no, please don't." Harry pleaded desperately.
Jack cocked the trigger of his pistol.
"Get on your fucking knees." Harry gulped, fear and loathing taking over all his senses. He doesn't want to touch this man after all that has happened after being in a faithful relationship with Louis.
"Please, please don't make me do this." The tears start streaming down his face as Jack pushes his filthy cock to Harry's lips. He still hasn't opened up and at this point he's so disgusted he'd rather die.
"You fucking slut, maybe you need a whipping huh? You like it rough yeah?" He grabs Harry by the hair and yanks him to his feet, pulling him to his bedroom where he proceeds to strip him down and tie him up. He pulled out a long whip and before Harry can even protest he's slamming it down on him. Harry cries out in pain as he receives lashing after lashing. A few so hard that the skin breaks and blood trickles down his back.
"You like it huh?" Jack screams while Harry trembles in fear and pain. He roughly pushes Harry onto his back, to which he screams out. When Harry realizes what it is jacks about to do he tries once again to fight, to get away, to save himself before Jack takes away his pride.
In no time at all Jack roughly enters Harry pushing in despite the retched screams coming from his throat.
"No, no, please god help me... no no no no." He recited the word no like a prayer, like saying it over and over again would put it into the universe that he didn't want this. His back on fire now from sliding against the rough blankets. Over and over again he pounds into him. With time Harry's cries subside. With time, every moment that passes a little bit more of him dies. All he wanted was a nice dinner with Louis, he thinks. He tries to focus on that face as if he sees him standing before him ready to lovingly embrace him. He couldn't tell you right now what hurts worse, the physical or the emotional. He knows he, at one point in his life was in love with this man and thought he returned the feelings. He tries desperately to hold onto the image of Louis in his head. When he feels the disgusting explosion inside him he cries once again, he didn't use protection. Can this get any worse? Is he ever getting out of here?
Jack roughly pulls out and slaps his hand hard onto Harry's lifeless member. Harry coils up in excruciating pain and blocks himself from getting more slaps.
"Useless. Since your going to be mine again I think we need to make you look a little more manly." He says reaching for his bedside drawer, he grabs a long sharp pair of scissors and slides them down Harry's cheek for effect. Harry immediately stops squirming.
"I don't want to have to kill you but don't you think I won't." He starts cutting roughly and with every snip the scissors make he feels he's lost the last of his dignity. When Jack is almost done he hears pounding on his door.
"Shit you fucking whore you were too loud." He yells in a whisper.
"I'm going to answer that, stay here and don't move. " Jack left closing the door. Harry crawled towards it, he needs to get away, he needs to be fast but the pain he feels cutting him like knives all over, inside and out. He can hear what sounds like arguing, Jack telling someone about their wild sex.
"Help, he squeaks out at first but then realizes that he must be loud. He bangs as hard as he can on the door while shouting, he doesn't stop until the door opens revealing an officer. He drops his head to the floor and cries again, this time in relief.