What have I done? I'm a goner now, I'm sure of that. I lay on the bed pulling the cuffs, trying, if at all possible to get them off. All I know is that I'm screwed. Bad.
I hear shifting, and things being moved around but I can't pin point it. I look to the door, since it's cracked open, trying to get a peek of what's outside. My mind is racing, and so is my heart. I don't know if I'll throw up, or pass out first.
The noises stopped. And, I think my heart did too. I heard the footsteps resume, and they got louder and louder with every step.
I look to the window seeing how dark it was. How late is it? How long was I out? That doesn't matter now though, because I see a shadow on the floor, coming from the door.
I slowly turned my head to see a seething Harry. He looked dark, dangerous, evil. Absolutely terrifying. And, I caused it. I scan my eyes down his body, seeing the strap in hand.
I'm dead.
He walks towards me, and I'm not sure what to do. I look into his eyes, and watch his every move. I've never been one to take back what I say, and I'm not going to now. He'll rot in Hell.
"Ready?" He asked, ass hole. Just do it already damn. I don't answer him, or do anything. I just look at him with a glare that could melt the polar ice caps. "I'll take that as a yes." He told me, grabbing my wrist, taking the cuff off, and doing the same with the other.
I look at him with curiosity. He doesn't even acknowledge it. "Up." He commands, his voice scary, almost demented. I stand, and my knees go weak, and my feet ache. He picks me up bridal style, taking down the stairs. I look up at him, he's just looking forward.
He takes me to the living room, and bends me over the side of the couch. I look back at him, his face blank. "Now, after this. You would be stupid for running away. Trust me." I gulp. I feel his hand push on my lower back.
I hold my breath, waiting for it, but nothing could prepare you for the pain. *SMACK* "Ugh." I grunted. Shit. Again, and again. I tried to keep count, but it was no use, I was a sobbing mess. The pain unbearable. I didn't know it had stopped till Harry grabbed me off the couch, and held me by my upper arms.
He looked at me. Nothing, no emotions. He let me go *SMACK* his hand connected with my face, and my body fell limp to the floor. Then, he walked away. Leaving me alone in the middle of the floor.
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