I woke up with the sound of breathing coming from over top of me. At first, I didn't suspect anything. That's when it hit me. The smell. I coughed because it smelled so horrible. Do I dare to open my eyes? I did anyways. The sight was horror. All I saw was dead bodies and blood splattered all over the walls. The bodies, there was something about them that was different. Oh my god.... they were destroyed! Their eyes were ripped out of them, and he sliced up the rest of their bodies! That sick bastard! To even think think I was going to love, or even like him, is now just a dream. I can't even process what I am thinking right now. I then realize that this whole time, Harry was watching my every movement, and seems like he knows what I am thinking.
And of course, he said the same thing he says every morning I wake up, " Did you have a good sleep?" And this time, I said something different, "No. No I did not have a good sleep. In fact, it was horrible; smelling that awful smell all night. My night was horrible. Oh, and thanks for asking, I'm glad someone needs to know my every fucking move" I knew I was going to get punished for disobeying the one and only Harry Styles. I wish he would just lighten up, but then again, when do serial killers ever lighten up? Good point, Bell. I said to myself inside my head.
He just glared at me and said " I hope you didn't plan on staying a virgin for long, because how your talking to me right now isn't helping you." He said with that stupid smirk he always gives me. God, I love his dimples. Wait, what am I saying? He's threatening to rape me! And after all he's done, I can't possibly like him... or can I? I looked up at him with a pleading puppy dog face. He just laughed, knowing he wouldn't give in. " You know, Bell, I have always found you interesting. It's like...." He trailed off without finishing his sentence. And for some reason, I really wanted him to finish his sentence. "Yes??" I said, really hoping he would respond. "Well...." God oh mighty, I wish he would just spit it out. I am getting so annoyed.
"Harry, please spit it out. I'm sick of you playing games." I sat up, surprised that I wasn't tied down to the bed as usual. W- why wouldn't he tie me to the bed? Why? Am I more special than all of the other girls he has murdered... raped. Just thinking about it makes me want to hurl. "Bell, the reason for me not hurting you that much, and not taking your virginity. And, not tying you to the bed, well, this is all because of one thing. I love you.
