My Dark Possessive Psychopath

Surprise surprised

I was almost about to celebrate my freedom thinking I was finally free from that lunatic, notice that I said 'almost'. I would have actually been dancing around if I wasn't pushed down to the ground my strong body. It was then I realized if I had moved any further I would have actually jumped off a cliff.

" ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!?" the voice I almost dreaded to hear screeched in my ear making me cover my ears.

I was not able to speak as he flipped me over and pinned my hands above my head. His eyes stared deeply into mine with mixed emotions.

I would deny the fact that he looked absolutely breathtaking in thy moment. If he wasn't my captor I would have probably want to kiss him in that moment.

Any person passing by would think of us as a cute couple sharing a beautiful moment by the intimate position we were currently in. I would have probably ruined the moment by screaming for help though.

No words were exchanged between us as I tried to catch my breath and him trying to refrain himself from killing me on the spot.

He pulled out an object from his pocket and my entire body shook from fear as the silver metal object came in my view. He was holding a gun. Most importantly he was aiming it at me. I closed my eyes not being able to see anything in front of me right now. I wanted to cry or scream. Anything . But I was too petrified to move a muscle. I waited for the bullet to end my life but it never came.

" open your eyes" he threatened . I didn't obey him.

" I'll give you a last chance open them right now !" his voice seemed calm and collected . That's what terrified me the most. He seemed scary when he shouted but what terrified me beyond belief was when he seemed emotionless.

When I opened my eyes I heard it.

It was a loud bang. Loud enough yo make me deaf for a few seconds.

It was after a few seconds I registered what had happened . A strong painful feeling was felt on my right leg. My tears started to form from the intense feeling and I let out a huge shreek. I shouted and squirmed but that only made my leg hurt more.

He had done it.

He had shot my leg. That good for nothing idiot shot me on my right leg.

How dare he? I never thought I l'd see the day when Harry of people would shoot me.

Any positive feeling I had towards him( which were slim to zero) were now gone .

I gave him a look of anger and disbelief but he started at me with a blank face.

I wanted t scream at him . Hit him. Do anything to cause him pain . But couldn't. I felt too much pain and scared to do absolutely anything and it both terrified me and angered me .

He carried my now back to the vehicle where the rest of the two people were sitting with horrified expressions.

I cried in pain. It seems to be the only thing I could do in that moment. But other than pain there was something else I felt too. I felt betrayed. Somehow i had thought he would never do anything like that to me and yet he managed to surprise me. But I shouldn't be surprised. He was supposed to be my captor. A cold hearted criminal. He doesn't have feelings for anyone . He is and always will be a monster. I was a fool to think he could be different.

I had to learn that the hard way.

Back in the house he sat me on the sink and cleaned the wound from my leg. I sat there emotionless just like he was. We made no attempt to talk or do anything else. By breathing got heavier with every passing movement .The pain on my leg had numbed a bit from the cream he put on it . The question although remained in my head about why didn't he just kill me?

As if he could read my mind he gave the answer to my unspoken question.

" I shot you in the leg so escaping next time would be difficult. You seem to be more clever that you look" he smirked as my face turned red with anger. I wanted to slap him but didn't want another bullet in my body.

My Psychopath held he in his strong arms and carried me to the bed where he handcuffed me . My hands were spread wide apart above my head so that they may hurt.

I though this dreadful day would soon be over when I would close my eyes but again I was wrong . The lights were shut of and I couldn't see anything. I thought if Harry left the room or not.

" Harry?" I tried calling but no response. I felt scared but tried to calm myself down.

Soon I felt his hot breath on my neck . His sweaty smell filled my nostrils and I wanted to puke. Within the next few second I felt the clothes covering my private parts move down my body before 3 fingers slammed into my dry core. I screamed out in pain and the pain From my wound only made it worst.

It seems as though my cries for help and pleading for him to stop this torture could not be heard by him.

Soon his fingers coated with juices from my involuntary arousal . I screamed and I cried but what was the use? All this physical tortured stop as I clenched around his fingers and came around them. My sweaty and weak body was left alone after that. I cried so loudly and kept sobbing unaware of the fact that he was stool on the bed listening to my dreadful voice.

It was only after a short while he spoke up when I had stopped crying loudly but kept whimpering.

" welcome to hell sweetheart ." With that he left a lingering kiss on my forehead and left me alone .

My emotions were all mixed up and I soon gave in to my exhaustion . That night I dreamt about my worst nightmare and it revolved around a certain curly haired boy with green eyes who could literally be the end of me.

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