He's a sick psychotic man that just so happens to fall in love with a girl he's hired to kidnap.
If all he's knows is a life of murder and violence what happens when the girl he's kidnapped, makes him feel things he's never felt before?
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Harry's door opened to his office. I immediately got up and walked out of my office just as Niall and Harry walked out of Harry's office. Harry looked angry and Niall looked slightly irritated. When Niall eyes met mine he smiled.
"It was nice meeting you Arya." Niall smiled walking my way to shake my hand again.
"Nice meeting you to." I smiled back shaking his hand.
"I'll see you around." He said turning and walking to the grey doors. He scanned his card and left.
The next thing I know Harry has me pinned up against the glass wall to my office.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" Harry yells at me, his face inches from mine.
"W-what are you talking about?" I tremble confused and scared.
"So you think you can just talk to whoever you want huh? No you fucking can't, he seems pretty fond of you and I don't like that. If you ever talk to anyone every again while I'm gone you will be punished severely! Do you understand me?" He screams looking down at me.
"Y-Yes I'm sorry." I weakly start to cry.
He was scaring me so much and I didn't know why he was so mad I was talking to some one else. He moves back from me and leans his head down pinching the bridge of his nose, still clearly angry. For some reason anger washed over me and I was mad. How dare he treat me like this! How dare he act like this!
"Harry why did you kidnap me?" I asked ready for him to walk into my trap and be caught in a lie.
"I was hired to, because your father owes my boss money. But you already knew that." He angrily spats.
"Your lying! There's another reason isn't there" I yell at him.
His head shoots up and his eyes turn dark. He storms back over to me and pushes me back against the wall, this time with his right hand grabbing my neck.
"Don't you ever call me a fucking lair! Do you hear me? I am a lot of things, but I'm not no damn lair." He squeezes harder as each word leaves his lips.
"Harry stop your hurting me." I gasp trying to pry his hand from my throat, but his grip was to tight and his hand was to strong.
"I don't know what you think you have heard but it's not true. I was informed to take you if your father didn't have the money. So you can get these stupid accusations out of your little mind." He let's go of me.
I gasp and grab my throat trying to breathe.
"Your a mean man Harry. I hate you!" I scream at him as tears run down my cheeks.
He gets in my face again his dark eyes glaring into my soul.
"Your correct I am a mean man, hell I'm as evil as they come. But let me tell you something, if you think I have even been remotely mean to you, then you have no idea sweetheart what your getting into. I could kill you right here and let you die a slow and painful death. Just because you raised your voice at me, so if I was you I wouldn't dare ever raise your voice at me again or I will punish you to the point where you wish you were dead." He growls and walks away to his office.
A minute later he comes back with a keycard and hands it to me.
"Here you will need this to get back to your apartment. I can't stand to look at you right now, so if I was you I would get going. Oh and don't even try to escape because that only opens the doors I have approved for you to open." He walks away slamming the door to his office.
I quickly walk and scan my card relived to see that it opened. I cry as I make my way back to my room. I try to open a door that could lead me out of this place but it flashed red saying "access denied." I huff and walk to the door that was apparently my home now. I scanned my card and opened it feeling weak and tired. I turned on a standing lamp in the main area by the couch and turned the rest of the lights off. I stripped down in to just my underwear and bra.
I see a set of pjs that had been placed neatly on my bed. I guess this place has maids or something I thought to myself. I placed the white soft v neck top and white pj shorts on and climb into bed. I was to tired to take care of myself. I thought about all the mean things Harry said to me, the way he chocked me and said "He could kill me or punish me to the point where I wish I was dead." But Niall, he seemed nice and caring I don't know why he would tell me what he told me if he works here. He could get in trouble but yet he seemed genuinely concerned.
I closed my eyes drifting off to sleep, trying to create a plan to escape out of this place.
