His sweetheart

The scraping of the knives were the only sound that echoes the room. The room, more like death room where deadly weapons being kept. Dry blood all over the walls and floors.

I shifted my gaze towards Harry, slowly looking down where he scraped the knives together while glaring at me. He jumped down from the table where he seated and made his way slowly, slowly towards me whilst smirking.

I squirmed from the tight ropes that was tied to my bruised hands and legs but lose my hope when he bend down to my eye level. He then bring up my chin to face him using the sharp silver knife. I shiver from the sudden coldness that touched my chin.

"You should've know by now what I'm capable of, princess" he trailed the knife lower to my bare thighs and he applied some force to it which resulted to involuntary tears escaped my eyes.

"This knife will not hesitately cut deep through your glowing skin if you ever I repeat EVER dare to escape from me. Do I make myself clear, Sweetheart?"

I nodded aggresively holding back the tears that have been flowing out non stop. Harry smiled sweetly and gave me a peck on my forehead.

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The story of Melissa Henword being captured by her stalker that have a deadly obsession for her since she was 16 years old.