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*Harry's POV*
"What the fuck did you roll your eyes for? Now you're getting punished to a worse extent." She looked panicked. I thought nothing of it, as I slowly pulled her panties down, and saw fully how wet she is. I started getting hard, I want to be gentle with her, and show her I really love her, but I just can't stop myself. I'm gonna try now, but I won't forgive myself if I hurt her again. I know she's scared of me, but after all the work I did for her, she better have Stockholm Syndrome for me.
*flashback*
-At a local bar, in Brighton, England-
"Hey beautiful, what's your name?"
I know she's intoxicated, but I just want her so badly. She's so beautiful. "Haha, I'm Juliet, and you are?"
"Oh, I'm uh. Harry, but you can call me daddy." And with that, I grabbed her hand and pulled her out, and took her home. She never went back again.
*comes back from flashback*
"Hey Juliet, do you uh, not want the ties and chains for today?"
She responds with "Please I don't want them today."
I get up, and untie her, she kisses me. Woah, that was unexpected. Now it's time for me to be gentle, and I'll hate myself if I can't be. Because I know she's scared of me, and I just want her to love me more than I love her.

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