MR STYLES (one direction fanfiction)

Chapter 36

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Chapter 36

“Harry!”, I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Harry help me!!!”, I screamed even louder tears streaming down my face. That man, that old rich man tied my wrists together behind my back. The rope was so tight I felt it cutting into my skin.

“Harry help me!!”, I screamed again, but he didn´t move he just stood there watching me. Just a cold look was plastered on his face. He was wearing a black suit, his hair was gelled backwards and his hands were holding a blindfold.

“Harry help me please.”, I sobbed.

“Harry please.”, I begged.

“Pffaahhaha.”, he laughed smugly walking over to me and for a little moment I had the slightest bit of hope that he´d help me, haha but I was wrong so wrong.

“Tie her to the chair!”, the man instructed and Harry nodded. He forcefully grabbed my arms and pushed me onto the rusty, old chair which was standing in the middle of the old, cold and musty fabric hall they dragged me in. I was expecting a romantic dinner with Harry, I had to dress up and put this really tight and short dress on just because Harry insisted that I should wear that. And that all just to hand me over to an old rich man who wore too much cologne for my liking.

“Bitch.”, the old man spat in my face whilst Harry was tying my hands to the arm rests of the chair.

He kneeled down and did the same with my legs.

“What am I going to do with you now, you filthy little thing?”, the old man grinned walking around the chair tilting my chin up so that I was forced to look into his eyes.

“Take that dress off of her.”, he said to Harry. What? My dress? Nooo!!

“What! No!!”, I protested.

“Did I allow you to speak pet?”, the man asked me.

“N-no.”, I stuttered.

“Right so keep your mouth shut.”, he spat angrily and Harry walked over to me unzipping my dress at my back, before I could think of how he would pull this over my head without untying my wrists, he ripped it apart and left me in just my panties. Yes right I wasn´t wearing a bra because this dress was strapless. I started shivering when this old man walked around the chair I was sitting on and stopped his movements when he stood right behind me. I felt his breathing on my neck before his mouth moved to my ear.

“Your little boyfriend over there, he once made a deal that I´ll get to do everything I want with the first woman he loves from the bottom of his heart. And it´s obvious that you are this girl cause you are sitting here on this chair in front of me half naked.”, he whispered into my ear. I clenched my fists, squeezing my eyes closed trying to hold my tears back.

“Why?”, I asked my voice cracking, making him laugh.

“Why?”, he repeated my question beginning to laugh really loud.

“You don´t need to know that honey. It´s none of your business. We´re going to have some fun, with your boyfriend watching and when I´m ready and pleased, he´s allowed to take you home again and you pretend that nothing ever happened. You understand?”, he said through his gritted teeth.

“U-understand.”, I stuttered whispering.

“Good. Now open your mouth wide!”, he demanded and before I could ask why Harry shoved something into my mouth. It felt like a ball and it nearly made me gag. Then I understood...