Bad Boy

My eyes are closed but the barrel of the gun is nested on the back of my head. My heart is racing, pouncing against my chest. It was beating so loudly I was surprised he couldn't hear it. I hadn't even got to lay my eyes on him, the man that would consume my fait. He has my life in his hands, and he loved every second of it. He wanted me scared, but I was not going to cower, I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. My eyes stayed close, but I knew I had to force them open. If I was going to die, he would have to look into my eyes as I did. He had to feel the pain that I would. I turned around, and opened my eyes. My voice had left, and there he was starring right back at me.


3. Taking their turns.

"Harry, please I am so sorry, please, please don't do this to me" I pleaded. I was crying, and he wasn't even off of the stair case yet.

"You are coming to my room, I am not doing this down here" He said plain faced.

"I can't walk" I said wiping the tears from my face.

He walked over to me, and leaned over the bed so that he was only an inch from my face. He smirked as I jumped back in fear.

"I love how badly you fear me, it drives me through the wall" He said. He started to kiss my neck. I turned my head the other way trying to not face him.

Before I could say anything he picked me up by my ass squeezing it tight, it hurt so badly. He threw me over him right shoulder, and smacked my ass harder. I held in the pain. He started to make his way over to the stairs. We got into his room, and he set me down in front of the bathroom that was connected to his room.

"Get in there strip, and hop in the shower" He said. "I will be back here in five" He continued.

I limped over to the bathroom, and closed the door behind me.

"No way, you are not closing the door, you could lock it" He said pushing it open. I nodded, I could not find my voice, it was like I had never even had one.

I started to undress myself, I was such a mess, and a shower sounded good to me. I started the shower, and made it hot. My kin was soaked with blood splatters, and dirt. I stepped into it standing on only one leg. I started to scrub the dirt, and blood off of my face, and arms. I heard the bathroom door close, and then lock.  I took a deep breath, but it didn't help.

"We are going to have some fun, but I have to put you in your place" He climbed into the shower behind me. He pressed his body tightly up against mine, and kissed my neck so gently, I could barely feel it.

I leaned forward trying to get away from him, and his grip. He grabbed my arm spinning me around to face him, but I couldn't look into his eyes. His green eyes that burned for hatred, and to see the pain that they cause other people.

"Harry I am a virgin, I did not picture my first time like this" I said.

"I don't give a fuck what you want, and what you thought, this isn't for fun, this is to put you In your place. It is a punishment that you brought on yourself." He snapped at me.

"You know what you don't even deserve to be in the shower" He said. He pushed me down hitting my head on the toilet, and laying there not wanting to move.

"Get to the bed" He said not even looking at me. My leg was bleeding again, and bleeding worse than it was before.

"I can't walk" I snapped back at him. I was already broken, I didn't want to fight anymore, but I knew that I had to. He walked by me, and out of the bathroom.

"Crawl you bitch" He yelled back at me.

I reached up, and slammed the door closed behind him, and locked it. I heard him banging at the door.

"Open the fucking door now" He screamed.

"No, just leave me here" I begged rather than yell. I was choking over every word that came out of my mouth.

I sat there, and tried to take breaths it was the only thing that would some what calm me down at that point.

The banging stopped but only for five minutes, and then the thuds grew bigger, and louder. The first one scared me, but by the second one I knew what he was doing. He was trying to knock the door down, or at least open.

The door finally gave out, and he stormed in. He grabbed me by my hair, and dragged me to the bed. He threw me  down onto it. He stopped, and took a deep breath as in to calm himself down a bit. It almost seemed like being angry, or mad was what drove him for sex. He climbed into the bed, and layed between my legs only after he forced them open.

"You know I just love hearing you scream" He whispered, and then for a minute everything was still, and calm. He started to run his hands down my stomach, and to my thighs, and then he did it. His thumb lunged deep into the wound that was throbbing on my leg. The pain made me want to pass out, but I couldn't I stayed awake for it.

I wasn't going to scream, I was not letting him have that satisfaction. I bit my lip holding in the pain that wanted to escape from my body. He pressed in deeper, and I couldn't help it, my throat felt like it was going to burst open. I screamed. I screamed so loud someone had to of heard me.

"What the fuck is Harry doing to her, she sounds like she is being murdered" I heard a voice with an Irish accent murmur from outside of the room.

Without even hesitating he shoved himself into me. Thrusting harder than anything I could imagine. I was screaming, he held his thumb in my wound, and pressed own harder into it. The pain was so mind boggling, and then everything went black. The pain was to much, and my body shut down.

When I woke up I was in the room by myself laying on the bed that was stained with blood from my leg, and head. I  couldn't move my legs, and I was weak, I could barely breath, and my throat was swollen to the point where breathing was a problem.

I felt worse than I did when I was conscious before. I started to cry, it was the only thing that I had left to do.

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