Requiem (Psycho Harry) *COMPLETED*

Part 3

"So Hazel, what are we gonna do now?" I lead Harry back to his cell after an uneventful breakfast.

Harry sat by himself in the canteen, eating his food whilst staring at me the whole time.

Creep.

He had an hour to himself, then an hour of group therapy, an hour of single therapy and then an hour of common room time.

"You're gonna go back to your cell whilst I sit and read through my papers." I mumbled, trying to put my hand on his muscular back to lead him past a group of screaming convicts.

He shrugged my touch away, clicking his neck.

"JUST KILL HER!" Thompson, one of the new inmates, jumped against the bars, his arm clawing out towards me.

He was tattooed and utterly crazy.

"I will do." Harry grinned, continuing on his way.

I was taught to ignore it.

But I still felt threatened.

"Hey, what did you just say?" I asked in annoyance as we turned onto Harry's corridor.

"I didn't say anything." He stopped walking, turning to face me.

His hands were in cuffs.

And they would remain in cuffs for the first week.

"Better not have." I growled, crossing my arms.

"Hazel." His eyes latched onto mine.

My heart rate suddenly picked up.

I quickly snapped out of it, shaking my head.

He smirked, laughing to himself as he turned on his heel and headed into his cell.

"Wait. I need to take your cuffs off before you go in." I stood by the entrance, turning the key between my fingers.

"Do it then." He sat on the bed, looking up at me innocently.

Now he was in his room he was safe to be unrestricted.

I nervously walked over, standing in front of him.

"Hold your hands out." I instructed.

He tilted his head to the side.

"My arms hurt. Can you not just come closer?" He pouted.

"No. Hold your hands out." I was not going to give in.

"I'll meet you half way?" He bargained, outstretching them a little.

I sighed, deciding that was good enough.

I began to unlock his cuffs, feeling my cheeks flush as his eyes were fixated on my covered...area.

His teeth caught on his lip, a quiet groan escaping him.

He yanked his arms back, pulling my body with him.

I now stood enclosed around his legs.

"Pumpkin, let me have you. Let me have my tongue inside you." The cuffs fell to the floor, his hands sliding round my thighs to grope my bum.

Shock surged through me as I felt myself unexpectedly throb at his words. I expected myself to slap him and storm away, but no movement came.

"Harry if you don't let go right this minute I will be forced to sedate you." I snapped, grabbing the needle in my hand. Seeing as my body refused to co-operate, all I could do was put on a threatening demeanour.