Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 8

I followed Niall through the halls of the mansion. It felt like they made it into a maze on purpose, preventing me from escaping. We took a left, a right, went down some stairs, went through two doors and another left before we arrived in the dining room. It was quite a large room with high windows that outlooked on the garden.

Harry's gaze fell upon me when I walked into the dining room, his gaze neutral. He was seated on the head of a long, oak table. I slowed down my walk, glancing at the other people in the room. The were all sat around the table too, not really noticing Niall and me coming into the room as they were having hushed conversations.

I saw Niall taking a seat next to Liam, who was seated on Harry's left. On Harry's right there was an empty chair. He signed for me to sit which made me walk over there reluctantly. I grabbed the black chair and sat down on the soft padding, breathing in sharply. Adrenaline pumped through my blood again. I felt fearful upon seeing Harry again after being by myself for a while. It had given me time to think. He could kill me so easily. 

Seated next to me was Louis, who was talking animatedly to a girl. A girl! My brain only seemed to register the soft voice in the room now, answering Louis from time to time. But seeing her look at Louis, leaning in slightly, she didn't look very fearful. Could she be here out of free will? Would anyone really do that? 

"Eat something" Harry's low voice made my head turn away from the girl and to my plate. It looked pretty decent. Some mixed vegetables, some fried potatoes and a small piece of meat. More than I got at the orphanage. I would always snack on some junkfood afterwards since it was so cheap. 

Harry kept his gaze on me when I started eating, making me feel uneasy. I noticed that there wasn't a knife for me on the table. The rest of the table was eating now too, still having conversations. I didn't know anyone they were talking about. They all ignored me. They all drank too, the beers flowing steadily. 

"Why didn't you clean up like I said?" Harry suddenly said, making my attention go to him again. His eyes were looking at the blood stains on my shirt. 

"I showered." Was my weak answer, not daring to say I was uncomfortable wearing the unknown clothes in my closet. Harry grimaced but didn't say anything else and took a long swig of his beer instead. I had gotten a glass of water. 

I remained silent for the rest of the dinner, zoning out a bit. I felt really tired and wanted to go to bed. It took the men about an hour before they were finished eating, leaving the table one by one. 

"Come with me, Kitten." Harry suddenly said, pushing himself away from the table abruptly. All the dirty dishes were left behind on the table. The lump in my throat was back when I stood next to Harry, small and without a chance to overpower him. Ever. 

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me behind him. The skin of my wrist was still sore from the rope from earlier that day. I winced. It was hard to keep up with him and his large strides. We took the same route as Niall and I did on the way to the dining room. I recognised the hallway as soon as we entered it and walked up to my room. Harry pushed the door open and walked over to the closet. 

"Why didn't you wear this?" He grabbed out a large, black shirt and threw it to me. I flinched harshly when it came my way, even thought it couldn't hurt me. Harry's tone made me scared. I lifted my shoulders, not being able to talk because of the lump in my throat. 

Harry took a step closer to me.

"Answer me when I ask you something." He said harshly. 

"I didn't know it was for me." I squeaked out. He seemed to accept it, staring down at me for a moment. 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He said again and when I looked at him questioningly, he continued. "Put it on." 

He moved a step back, sitting down on the edge of the bed and placing his hands behind him, so he leaned backwards. I fiddled with the fabric of the shirt, unsure if I was allowed to walk to the bathroom. I looked at the door of the ensuite and back to the shirt. I didn't feel comfortable revealing myself to Harry, a man I didn't know at all. 

"Now." Harry's voice broke my thoughts again, his dark gaze staring at me intently. Almost if he was daring me to disobey. I could feel my cheeks tingle, remembering what happened earlier that day. They still hurt despite the numbing cream.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up quickly. I discarded it on the ground and tried to get the clean shirt on as quickly as possible. My shoulders were hunched to try and hide my body away. I wasn't really a prude or very insecure about my body but I was just too scared to provoke him. 

It wasn't like I never had sex. I had gotten drunk in high school once, having a one night stand. I just did not really remember it due to all the alcohol. But I was never forced into sexual actions, luckily. 

I breathed in relieve when the fabric was covering my body, not missing Harry's intense gaze on me. My body was tense and started shivering slightly caused by the strained silence. 

"Come here." He commanded, breaking that silence. I didn't want to. My legs moved slowly. 

"Now get on your knees and give me a blowjob." He smirked. Again, he was daring me to disobey. A whimper escaped from my lips and tears started to flow again. I was doubting about disobeying him. Maybe being hurt could prevent me from having to this. But my pain tolerance was low. He could also just kill me right there. Then, all chances on ever escaping and living normally would be gone. I would be gone. 

He could also just force me. His muscles were clearly visible beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. His arms were thick. I wasn't trained and I was at least a head smaller than him. The only thing that could work to my advantage is that I was a bit chubby, my weight preventing him from manhandling me easily. But seeing his muscles...

All the thoughts raced through my mind quickly, deciding for me. I put myself on my knees on the cold ground. My face was now on the same height as his crotch. He was still wearing jeans. 

"I don't know how to." I tried to buy some time with the truth. I had never sucked a dick. I wasn't even conscious enough to see the one when having sex. 

"Of course you do. You're nineteen. I bet you've sucked plenty of dick." Harry said sharply. He moved his body down onto his elbows, pushing his lower body more towards me. I cried harder, shaking my head softly. 

"I really don't." I was taking the huge risk of talking again. Harry sighed and sat upright again. His big hands moved quickly, making me flinch. I was expecting a hit or my hair being pulled. I opened my eyes and saw him removing his gun from his waistband, putting it next to him on the bed while looking me in the eyes. A warning. He quickly opened the button on his jeans and slid them down a little, around halfway his thighs. 

His black boxers covered a huge bulge, which seemed to have hardened slightly. I sniffled. He had given me a choice now. Continuing or getting shot. My shaking hands started to move towards him. 

The silence in the room was broken my a buzzing sounds. Harry's attention left me, his eyes now focussing on the phone that was laying beside him on the bed. He sighed, grabbed it and took the call. My hands fell back down in my lap, my body shaking harshly now. 

"I don't care she has extra protection. I want her here tomorrow morning." Harry spoke harshly against the person on the phone. 

"He owes me money and didn't pay me back. Her dead will be his warning." He continued after a short silence. "Don't get the wrong girl this time." His eyes shot to me and he grinned. 

"Tomorrow morning." Were his last words before he hung up. He sighed again, standing up and putting his pants back on. He walked right past me towards the door.

"Get some sleep." He said and closed the door. A lock clicked it shut, preventing me from going outside. 

I didn't stop crying for at least an hour.