Bondage- (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 6

Heyy guys! long time no info like this coming from me haha. Anyways , schools been getting in the way with a lot of this, etc. I'll try my best to update more often once I start to see more votes. so far, I'm actually shocked for what I'm seeing (okay, may sound stupid but not much in my opinion). things are just starting to get interesting, and this is only the beginning.
I'll keep updated!
- ellie

*Clara's POV*

Rachael slowly took a step up to the microphone and began to clear her throat. My time is up, say goodbye to freedom. Say goodbye to your family. Say goodbye to you.

"This is... Clara! She has long dirty blonde hair and ravishing blue eyes. Her tattoo is a beautiful Royal Crown, known to be very rare."

I drifted off staring towards the audience with all eyes on me. I began to panic and sweat more and more by the minute.

"Her hobbies are Reading, Music, and Art." Rachael finished off her sentence with a roll of her eyes most likely to the choices of my hobbies.

Time seemed to go by for people were already raising their hand due to no one claiming me with a matching tattoo.

A rather plump man In a tight, stained suit rose his hand and began to walk up the stage floor. He began to talk with Rachael and turned towards me giving me the most sinister scowl anyone could make.

I thought all hope was lost and that I would be stuck with this man until someone, by surprise, began to walk up the stairs to the stage.

"I would like her." the tall, dark figure spoke. Why couldn't I recognize him? His face was totally unvisible.

"Lord Harry, are you sure-" Raechel was cut off by the man now letting his identity release.

Harry.. the overall Lord wants to keep... me?

I felt lightheaded. What would a strong vampire like him do to me?

"Yes, I match with her anyways." Harry chuckled ending it with a low growl. He then pulled the sleeve of his suit up to reveal a tattoo matching the same exact one on my own wrist.

"This.. this shouldn't be right." Rachael breathed. "This, this isn't." she began to sweat-- like something was severely bothering her.

"Come, child. May I call you by Clara?" Harry held his hand out in response.

"Well, what else would you call me." I quietly replied.

Tears began to form in my eyes whilst taking one last look in the creak of the exit doors of men raising their hands for the next girl.

"W-where are we going?" I sniffed.

"None of your business, you're under my rule now." Harry silently yanked my hand in response.

Maybe I can make a break for it? There's a brick alleyway close to a bunch of buildings near my right, is it worth it? I bet I can wiggle my hand out of his cold grasp.

These thoughts overwhelmed me, but I'll try as much as I could to get back to family, my home, my life.

I slowly began to wriggle my wrist out of a grasp not strong enough to clutch if I pulled away for a moment.

I quivered as I got my last few fingers out of the palm of his hand, and this was it-- I began to dash away.

You're so stupid, Clara! Of course he'll catch up to you. But, why hasn't he yet?

I look behind me as I book towards an alleyway leading to another amount of buildings. It's not easy running in heels and a dress as of what I'm trying to accomplish at the moment.

I felt some sort of hope for a moment, which all ended when I slammed into a tall dark figure.

"You stupid arse! You think you can escape me? I don't give warnings to my lower leveled peasants like you. Come on, we're leaving." Harry violently pulled my arm to a large, dark van.

"Lord Harry, d-don't hurt me." I gasped while being thrown into the back of the van.

"Don't tell me what to do." he scoffed in response, and began to speed down the road.

I quivered and tears began to roll down my eyes looking outside of the window; for it seemed any sense of freedom is no longer in my grasp. I began to silently sob to myself knowing he'll definitely hurt me when we get to our destination.

"You are pretty annoying even after 15 minutes, you know that, right bitch?" Harry sighed while speeding across an intersection.

A sudden form of anger flashed in my eyes. He can't talk to me like that! I don't care what he is to me, he's put my people in so much, why am I pitiful towards him?

"Where the hell are you taking me." I scoffed pushing my curled hair back.

"For a lady like you under my control, I feel as if you should talk to me with more respect." Harry replied.

More respect?! Hell no! This boy, is he for real?!

I rolled my eyes in total disgust and the horror of it all, we were now in a parking spot.

Harry comes around to the back side of the van and opens up the door with a key.

"Get out, and behave. This is a place where respect is what you need to have 24/7, but welcome to the house of the five Lords, including me." Harry said quietly while taking me by my hand to the entrance.

We came up to a very large rusty gate. The entrance was just as grand as the "house" was as is.

The inside was breathtaking. In essence incredibly huge with details in every corner.

"I'll bring you up to your room, and we can talk." Harry explained, still holding my arm violently from probably what I tried to accomplish over at the center of buildings.

"okay." I said quietly following Harry up a large amount of circled stairs leading to the hallway.

Many pictures of what must've been past relatives where hung on the wall. Before walking into what must've been my room, I took a brief glance towards the end of the hallway noticing a dark room with an image of some sort on the door.

"hmm, how mysterious." I sneered

A whole new side has come to my personality. If I'm going to get out of here alive, I need to be difficult to deal with.

"Well, this is your room." Harry opened the door to a very amazing bedroom-- something my family could never afford.

I gasped to all the books lined up in the corner, the art supplies on the opposite of my large bed, and a piano near the corner of my bed.

"I heard how you liked music, and arts, and I don't know, I guess I just wanted you comfortable." Harry said.

"This.. this is too much." I sighed, still not allowing Harry to see my "nice" side.

"Not for a lady who's living under my rules, remember?" Harry replied while taking a seat on a chair next to a light-creme desk.

"Shall we talk now?" Harry suggested.

I got in a trance before knowing Harry was talking to me.

"Yes, Lord Harry." I sighed in response, taking a spot on the bed.

"By the way, you can call me Harry. Lord Harry makes me feel old." he smiled.

Well that's the first. Harry smiling?

"A-anyways, what were you wanting to talk about?" I simply replied, creating Harry's smile to slowly disappear.

"Well, we can start off talking about plans, but there's more..." Harry trailed off.

I began to worry. "W-what? what is the rest?" I said

Harry looked towards the window, with light shining on his face making his intense green eyes look a little more gentle and generous.

"It's about your family."

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