Misery

Chapter 8

"Now sit." Harry growled as his evil eyes glared at me. He knew very well on the impact his glare made on everyone else; thinking that I would just as easily comply like the others. Screw being quiet... I'm getting even.

"Do you honestly think that you scare me anymore? What else can you possibly take from me?!" I yelled, watching his eyes go darker, but I'm in too deep already to back out. "You took me from my home, my father, my safety and everything I ever valued and you expect me to what? Obey?" I snapped, feeling Zayn squeezing my hand over and over, but that wasn't going to make me stop. "You have no heart, do you? No feelings. You may not be ugly on the outside, but on the inside, you are rotten." I say, looking at him in disgust.

"Ugly?" He said, looking at me with a fiendish glare. "That is a word I know the meaning of well." He walked from the end of the table over to me, seeing Zayn keeping a grip on my hand. Harry's jaw clenched before he grabbed my arm without mercy, tugging me away from the table. "I will show you the meaning of ugly." He growled, almost dragging me to the door by my arm. I turned my head to see Zayn and the other boys standing from their chairs, watching Harry drag me out. I then kept my eyes on Zayn. I only watched his eyes till he was no longer in my sight. Harry's grip continued to be harsh as he walked me down the same hall as before... the one he led me down the first night I was here. I was going back to the basement.

I whimpered a little as he flung me into the dark room, with me seeing that horrid bed from before. My feet stumbled along before the bed hit my shins, making me come to a stop. "Miss it?" He growled, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving us in the room together. My pulse raced as I turned, watching his glare on me. "You think you know the meaning of ugly?" He snarled, stepping toward me. I had to stand my ground, I had nothing else to protect besides myself. Words didn't escape my lips even though they were surging through my mind. "You choose now to shut up?" He growled, suddenly unbuttoning his dress shirt. I looked confused at him... then frightened. I didn't know why he was undressing but it was just me and him, and I was trapped... "Sit down." He ordered, and this once, I did as told. I watched his hands undoing each button to reveal more and more of his pale skin. No words were uttered as he took off the shirt, showing an abundance of scars... burns... tattoos...

"You... you look..." I mumbled, looking around his form. Even in this low light, I could make out the deep cuts on his abdomen, and the large but healed burns on his shoulders, and a large burn on his hip. His tattoos went down his left arm, but his right arm only had one. He looked still as beautiful, but broken all the while. I couldn't put together how he would show all of this to me.

"Ugly." He snarled, looking down at me. He took a step closer as I sat on the firm mattress, and it didn't take much light to see his expression. "You honestly think you know what ugly means." He gave a small chuckle of amusement before I got some of my bravery back. I slowly rose to my feet, bringing my eyes to the burns and gashes. He stood close to me as I kept traveling my eyes along his upper half, taking in every last deformity.

"What happened to you?" I mumbled, looking up at him. His eyes didn't get any more calm or easy, and I could tell that he wasn't going to forget my sudden outburst. He said nothing as he grabbed his shirt, putting it back on. With each button he fastened, I kept waiting for words for what I would endure for being brave. He exhaled slowly, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, showing some burns that I saw before... more clear this time. I brought my memory back to when I saw them the first time from his sleeve, and how eager he was to hide it.

"It's time for your assignment." He said, grabbing my arm again. I winced at the feeling before I stepped away, trying to get his arm off of me.

"You're hurting me." I said quietly, holding my arms close to my chest as he took a step towards the door. He turned to face me, crossing his arms in superiority.