Conversion therapy (LS)

Conversion therapy (LS)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Mar 1, 2021
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Harry is a young man (17 years old) , born in a very conservative family. He goes to church nearly every Sundays, and always do what his parents want him to ... well, when his parents are home. But one day he got caught wearing clothes he shouldn't have, and another, he got caught in a compromising situation. That is too much for his parents who decide to send him to conversion therapy. (And well this is the part that you are all waiting for ...) A conversion therapy, where he meets another guy, Louis. • Writing from the POV of Harry • Can be a bit dark sometimes (if you're not comfortable with it, don't read it) • English isn't my first language so really sorry for all the mistakes I made... • This is a fanfic and I apologise for everyone who thinks that this is disrespectful but this fictional • You can read it even if you're not a larry (but of course there will be some inside jokes, because I mean ... green goes with blue and carrots with bananas.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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