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Harmony's POV:
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“Now, little girl. (He smirks in a devil form) Try to remember if that’s everything you saw, or I will entertain you with a scene that will haunt you till your death.” I turn my head to look at Harry, noticing how he is trying to budge the men off of him; but he fails. What could he do to Harry? Will he kil-… no don’t say it Harmony. He can’t, he won’t!
Jack sits back on his leather chair, twirling it slowly while I think of what to do. “(I stutter helplessly) I-I swear that’s a-all I saw. Please let us leave?” My voice squeaks at the word ‘leave’, which makes Jack raise his hand up; gesturing for something to initiate. Instantly, my head whips to Harry groaning out of hurt; noticing the dreadful reason. Two of the guards pin his body over the wall, while the third, Patrick, begins to wear something on his fists. I notice the metallic weapon striking Harry’s stomach, making him hiss out of pain.
Patrick smiles, while he proceeds bashing Harry’s body; inch by inch. With each punch landing on Harry, a scary tear drops from my eye. “(I sob, while begging) Please, stop hurting him… he didn’t do anything!” My louder tone was uncontrollable, which made Jack and his men laugh.
Harry’s feet sink from their stand, emphasising that he can’t take anymore bashing. The metal on Patrick’s knuckles, bombes Harry’s face; causing instant bleeding from his lip, to begin dripping like ooze. “(I jolt up from my seat, running to Harry. I hold Patrick’s arm with all of my strength, refusing any more pain to be stroke) STOP IT PLEASE! HE’S ALREADY BLEEDING! HAVE HALF A HEART AND THINK OF YOUR MORALS AS A HUMAN!”
Jack’s laugh appears behind me, but when he stops, he speaks: “I think that’s enough, boys. Little Miss Lockwood is ready to collaborate.” Patrick yanks my handhold over his arm, causing me to trip backwards; landing on the maroon wood beneath me. I whimper from the fall, crying deeper when I notice Harry’s body dropped beside mine. He screeches a raspy moan of hurt, while he tries to stand up. I crawl to his side, placing his arm over my shoulder; helping the man I love to stand up.
“Now, now Miss Lockwood. I believe that you would tell me the truth. So, what did you spot that day?” I don’t know what happened to me, but a hidden character was awakened with my reply: “(I hiss) You, listen to me right now. I told you that I didn’t see anything. But really go ahead, break another window, tear down my entire house; and all I will do is report it as violating abuse from an unknown rebel. I have nothing to tell you more than I just did, and if you aren’t satisfied; well tough cookies for you. This is the only truth I have, and if you don’t like it; then write one that matches your style. But keep in mind, that if you wish to hurt me next time; you should beat me up instead of him…” I help Harry up, noticing that his feet are being responsive now.
Jack doesn’t say any word for seconds, seemingly to be astounded by my words. “Is that a threat, little girl?” He crosses his arms over his large body, staring at me like his look could kill me in a second. “I don’t threat, because unlike you; I am a human. Now, if you’re done with your barbaric interrogation; I would like to leave.”
Harry lifts his weak head to give me a shocked look, not expecting me to be this demanding, and ‘wild’ if I may say. “(His disgusting smirk returns to his face) Just keep in mind, that your pretty lips will be annulated; if something comes out of them to anyone… (He nods to the door) You better leave, and oh I almost forgot (He stands up beside his desk) Make sure to clean you lover well for tomorrow. I’d like to see him fresh for tomorrow’s operation.”
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Binding Rules
FanfictionAmbition & optimism are the two things, anyone needs to be able to succeed in their lives. Sometimes, in rare occasions, a person must drop the rule book of life; to achieve their goal. This goal could be a dream, a life plan, or even a love to a pe...
