In Love With My Kidnapper

In Love With My Kidnapper

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I'm just waiting...waiting on this dark room for someone to save me...or should I say I am waiting for something that is never gonna come, wishing for something that will never come true. My hope has fade away. My heart still broken into pieces waiting for someone to fix it. Maybe that someone will come one day but what if that someone breaks it even more?What if that someone won't be able to fill the emptyness in my soul? What if that someone will never come? Everybody is stabing me! Everybody gives me another reason to DIE! Maybe I don't deserve to live! I should just DIE! But will anybody care? Will anybody notice my apsence? Well, I might even TRY and SEE!!!
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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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