Controlled (h.s)

Controlled (h.s)

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hey! so this is a dark harry fanfic i found while digging through my files. warning: contains some sexist ideas, kidnapping, and some abuse. if that's not your cup of tea, move on. this is a gang story where harry is a gang leader in london. i know, pretty cliche at this point, right? i originally posted this fic on 1dff back in like 2013 and i can't believe i still have it. so i decided to post everything i had here. enjoy! don't know if i'll ever finish it, but for what its worth i remember there were quite a few people who enjoyed it back then. so here it is once again! also: sorry for any cringe. like i said before, it was 2013 ladies and gentlemen. let me live
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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