Witness {h.s.}

IV

"We will have a problem if you try and pull that shit again Styles. You're a child and need to listen to adults."

"Yes ma'am." He gulps and nods his head vigorously.

"Well on to my side of the bargain. I'm born and raised here in Manhattan and felt it was my obligation to protect these streets from the crime I grew up around. At the age of fourteen I was seduced by a frighteningly mysterious neighbor, Zayn Malik. He was 27 at the time. After about 4 years of being his I became too much to handle. So I joined the army since I had no future with him as my daddy anymore and no money or desire to go to college. After four years of active duty my term was up and I decided that I didn't want to reenlist because I couldn't do the fun stuff like join special forces since I was a girl. Oh, and I couldn't fuck around so definitely a downside there. At 23 I attended the police academy and breezed through thanks to my military training. After 4 years of working as a uniform I was promoted to Intelligence after solving a major cold case. I've worked here ever since."

"If you don't mind me asking detective, how old are you?"

"Older than you, Styles. Let's take this conversation back to my place." His eyes widen and I know he was both scared and excited. I opened my desk drawer, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and slipping them into the pocket of my leather jacket. I unplug my laptop and grab my keys walking to the cage-like door of the Intelligence division. Harry scurries behind me. Damn there has been a change in him since I yelled at him. And I like it.

I unlock the cage and walk through not waiting for Harry. I hear hear the clang of the door closing and Harry's hurried footsteps behind me. I wave to the night shift desk sargeant. God I would hate to be here this late every night instead of at home.

I walk to Harry's door to unlock it for him since my car's too old to have automatic locks. He hurries in as I slam the door. I climb into my side and start the grumbling engine. It takes us a silent but tense fifteen minutes to get to my apartment. I pull my car into its assigned spot and bark at him to close and lock his door and to follow me. I will not wait for him. I type in the code to get into my apartment building and see that Harry's on my heels as we get into the elevator. We get to my fifteenth floor apartment and I unlock the door. Once it's open I push him inside. I follow him in and slam the door, locking the deadbolt.

"Boy I have been waiting for this since I first laid eyes on your defiant little ass in the interrogation room." My eyes bore into his emerald ones and I walk closer to him, until our chests are touching. He's shaking and obviously afraid. I don't know why. I'm not a large person. Really I'm actually smaller than him at 5'8. I look up at him and smirk.

"As long as you are with me, you will do anything and everything I say." He stops shaking.

"Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Sit down." He immediately follows orders and I move to straddle his lap so that we are face to face.

"First thing, you will not call me Chloe, Hyde or Detective."

"What shall I call you then ma'am?" I slap his face, gently of course.

"You will speak only when spoken to." He nods his head like a small boy.

"You can call me ma'am for now. We'll work with what's comfortable. Now you've been a good boy for the most part. Do you think that you deserve a reward?" He nods like a kid being offered an ice cream cone. I lean in press my lips to his. He starts to move them and I pull away.

"Harry, what do you think was the problem there?"

"I took control ma'am."

"You are correct Harry.You are lucky that I'm not punishing you."

"Thank you ma'am."

I get up and leave him sitting there.

"Harry! Come along. Goddamn kids." He rushes to my side. I wrap my hand in his and lead him around my apartment.

"There are places and things you must becoe familiar with Harry."

"Yes ma'am." He's seen the living room and kitchen so I bring him to a bedroom rarely used. I reach for the key above the door jamb and use it to unlock the door. I walk in and leave him standing there in awe.

"Harry. Come in here now."

"Yes ma'am." He's immediately at my side.

"This is where you go when you're a bad little boy and I don't feel like punishing you. No light or sound gets in or out of here." The walls are black, the carpet's black, all furniture and bedding are black and the windows are blacked out.

"Now, let's go visit the room you'll be in if you're good." I grab his hand and pull him through the door while locking it and putting the key back in its original home above the door. We walk through the hallway to our last room- the mistress' bedroom. There aren't any masters here.

"Go ahead and open the door Harry." He opens it and walks in. He takes a seat on the king sized bed and faces me.

"This is my room baby boy." He looks at me and smiles. He seems like he was made to be my baby.

"Now be a good boy and take off your shirt so mo- I can see you." Whoops that was close.

He takes off his shirt and waits for further instructions. I walk up to him, putting my hands on his chest and pushing down into a laying postition.

"Wanna play baby boy?"