Make You Mine(H.S.)

Caught

"Found you," he said and I looked over to see him crouching and smiling sinisterly at me. My eyes widened as I tried to scoot back, but he latched onto my wrist and yanked me out from under the seat.

"Thank you mate," he called to the driver and pulled me off the bus. The driver nodded at him and sped off.

"You are in a shit ton of trouble," he whispered and flagged down a taxi.

I gulped when he glared at me in the taxi and I was seriously debating jumping out of the moving vehicle. His eyes burned holes in my skin. He was livid. I noticed his knuckles were bloody and crusty and hoped I wasn't the cause of it. He held tightly onto my hand and growled if I shifted even an inch.

The driver said nothing, he didn't even bother to look in the back seat. I wished he had, because then I might have had a chance at escaping.

The ride came to an end sooner thanK had hoped for and Harry threw some pounds at the driver and yanked me out of the cab. The driver saluted me, wishing me luck.

Harry pulled me a little too hard and I winced in pain.

"Harry stop! You're hurting me," I gasped. He spun around and glared at me before tugging me a little bit lighter. I was shoved inside his flat and he slammed the door. I slowly backed away from him, it scared me how little he was saying.

"Why did you do it?" He muttered.

"What?"

"Why did you do it?" He spoke a little louder than before. I swallowed my nerves and quickly prepared my response.

"I wanted to go home," I squeaked.

"This is your home."

"No it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Harry,"

"Don't Harry me," he spat and strode towards me. "I told you couldn't leave and you left! Don't you know how worried I was?"

"I'm s-"

"Don't even try to apologize. You're just like everyone else in my life, absent. I'll admit what I did was stupid and idiotic, but I can't change it. So guess what? You're stuck here," he yelled. I watched him pick up an empty water glass and smash it into the wall. He screamed in pure anger and I felt myself going into full panic mode. I ran for the stairs and flew up to his bedroom. His pounding steps echoed behind me and it really felt like he was going to kill me right then and there.

"Laila!" He yelled and slammed his fist into the door before I could enter. I shrunk down immediately and started to shake in fear.

He noticed my frightened looks almost immediately and his face softened.

"F*ck," he hissed and sighed.

"Go sit on the bed," he ordered and I scampered over to it. He followed me and sat down next to me.

"You have three options for punishment," he started. Punishment? As in physical? My heart rate began to increase.

"The first option is that I can keep you locked up in here at all times for 2 weeks. The second, is that you have to be at my side at all times during the day, including bathroom visits and when I need pleasure, you must deliver. Or, you can choose physical punishment."

Holy shit. Was he actually going to hit me? I shuddered at the thought. I really didn't want to follow him everywhere though. Maybe two weeks wouldn't be so long?

"I guess I'd prefer the 2 weeks," I whispered.

"That's a long time alone in here, it's too bad that isn't an option, " he laughed.

"What do you mean it's not an option, you just said it was!"

"I changed my mind. Now choose."

"T-the physical option," I stuttered. I had never been hit before. I really wasn't looking forward to what he had in mind.

"I was hoping you wouldn't choose that," he sighed and got up from the bed. He paced over to the wooden chair in the corner and sat down on it.

"Come here," he said. I looked at him with wide eyes and shook my head.

"Love, you chose this. Now come here." He said a bit more sternly.

I stood up slowly and walked over to where he was. He motioned for me to bend over his lap and I gulped. It would be over quicker as soon as I obeyed. As soon as I was in position, he raised his hand and brought it down on my backside. I cried out in pain as his hand met my skin and he raised it again.

*smack smack smack*

His hand flew down over and over again on my aching bum. By now, tears were streaming down my face, I couldn't stand anymore of it. He rubbed the tender area slowly and smoothly before picking me up and carefully placing me on the bed.

I watched him shut the light off before he left the room in silence.

*Harry's POV*

I felt absolutely terrible after I had finished punishing her. I never enjoyed hitting people, sometimes it just needed to be done. If she wouldn't have run off, I wouldn't have needed to scare her. She needs to realize that she is mine. I won't let her go, and that is that. She will have to warm up to me eventually, right?

So I'm working on the dark Harry part , I just need to be more confident with my work haha. I would love your feedback/votes:)