torture ➳ h.s

torture ➳ h.s

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she knew he was't perfect; past perfect in fact. he was dangerous. an unethical excuse of a human being that finds pleasure in the misery of others. his blood ran cold when he saw people experiencing happiness, for she knew his past haunted and corrupted him as an individual. she feared one day she would no longer become suitable for him and he would turn to violence. but she knew in her heart he would never. she loved him. loved him to a point where she saw past all the torture and pain he caused. she was under his spell, she knew he was dangerous, unstable and lacked sanity. but even with his hand around her throat, she knew she would always be deeply in love with a killer.   ---- [lower case intended]
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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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