{••••} In which her only choice is to stop fighting. His only choice is to love her, even if his mind has other thoughts. ⚠️ WARNINGS: CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES AND SEXUAL THEMES AND SCENES!!! ⚠️ {••••} Sadistic is an original work. 18+ Original Creator: XXXDruggbaby No CopyRight. All Rights Reserved. Rated M for Mature. Enjoy.

Mabel Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old dealing with writer's block, is presented with the life-changing opportunity of closely observing the enigmatic life of renowned artist Harry Styles, known by the public as "the black cat," a nickname he has earned due to the belief that misfortune befalls those who dare to approach him. Mabel does not believe in superstitions, and she is determined to get closer to him, hoping to change how people see him and to finally become a published writer. Her efforts are only destined to falter as she uncovers the truth beneath the façade: Harry Styles is caught up in the perverse dynamics of the entertainment industry, a place way darker and scarier than what people would imagine it to be. Would you trust what the media tells you about him? ** "Do I scare you, Mabel? Why..." his eyes seem to seek permission to explore other exposed areas of my skin. He places two fingers on my neck, feeling the blood pulsating in my vein, and breathes out, "...is your heart racing?" I stammer something, completely incapable of coming up with a coherent sentence. "Tell me: are you afraid of my black cat fame, darling?" *** !! DISCLAIMER !! the book contains mature content [explicit language, sex, violence, drugs, mental health issues or other themes that some individuals may find offensive], and it is intended for adult readers only. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, OR ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic