Everything had changed since the year 2028. Towns and cities were trashed. What happen to the people? They had to fight for their own lives. Had to scurry far away from the towns and wouldn't even dare step foot into the cities. That's where it all goes downhill. You step in the city but there's no way of coming out. Either you are dead or Trapped. Doesn't matter which one you've end yourselves in you've walked into the darkest depths of darkness. But who knows she might be the lucky one and leave the place unharmed. Unless she cross his path, then there's no way of getting away. Not even a glance. You can't escape him. No one can.

"It's not a dream, it's called Reality"

This one quote changed all of Dayana's thoughts every piece of every one of them. They all went down the waterfall where they could never be grasp again.

Go ahead and read this story if you wanna know what drastic change Dayana had in her life. Was it for the better or for the worst? You'll find out in "Trapped."


21. Ch.20 |Trapped (h.s)

Listen to Mirror By Lil Wayne ft. Bruno Mars 

~Dayana's POV~

It felt so wrong, so utterly wrong, but at the same time it felt right. I shouldn't be doing this not now, not later, not ever. This wasn't how this was suppose to go. I wasn't suppose be here in his bed, with him. 

I was suppose to be plotting my way out of here. But instead here I am in his bed, laying underneath him, with our lips locked. I should be pushing him, slapping him, and running out of here, away from his dark aurora. He's dangerous, evil, vicious.

But I'm not, instead I'm laying here wrapped around his toned arms, enjoying every single bit of it. This is wrong, utterly wrong. "Don't let them convince you their wanting to help you." 

Snapping my eyes open, I pushed him away from me. His warm breath fanning against my now swollen, parted lips. Gazing up at him, his once forest green eyes, where now filled with lust, and want in them. 

"Stop." A bearable audible whisper escaped my part lips. He lowered his head down, long unruly hair tickling my cheek as he pecked my nose. 

"Stop what?" He said. "You mean this.." He left hot pecks against my jaw. "Or this.?" He moved to the side of my lips. "Or is it this?" He captured my lips between his own. Teeth grazing against my lower lip, sucking it slowly, making a moan erupt from within me. 

"Stop." I managed to say, once his tongue began exploring the inside of my mouth. "Please." I added, wishing and pleading him for the first time to stop this. All this was only clouding my mind. Not helping me think about the good and the bad. 

Slowly but surely, he pulled away. Gazing down at me, he leaned in once more, left a pick at my tingling swollen lips, and moved away from atop of me. Leaving me to stare of at the ceiling while my chest fell in heavy breaths. 

How could I let this happen? How could I? This wasn't me. I was strong and wise. I knew when to stop things that I felt were wrong. How come I couldn't do it, when he was close to me? How come I didn't shove him away from me before he could even capture my lips again this own? What was going on with me? Being this close to him, only made my mind a flooded mess. 

Snapped from my thoughts, I looked to my other side, noticing Master Harry was already looking at me. He starred at me. I could see the wheels turning behind eyes now forest green eyes. His eyes shined with undertone of desire. I tried ignoring his gaze looking aqua and up at the ceiling again, finding it more intrigued. 

I could still feel his eyes beating into my side ways face with a burning sensation. Swallowing the uneasy air around us I tried to make myself adjust to his presence. 

"Look at me." He was close again, way to close for my liking. Because him being this close only led my mind to cloud, with his intoxicating alluring aroma. I stood still not wanting to look at him, knowing that if I did. He'd have me were he'd want. 

Feeling his the rough pad of his forefinger and thumb, on my chin. He turned my face making me look at him, but I adverted my eyes at first chance I got. "Please look at me." He whispered, nudging his nose against mine to get my attention. 

Exhaling a sigh, I look up to him. Only to see his eyes soft and vulnerable. He had his hard sturdy wall down for once. His eyes weren't dark, gloomy, nor did they held that evil glint they always carried. No he was showing me a different side to him and this side I wouldn't care to see more often. But as sound as his wall had been down, they were built up just like sturdy steal. 

"Your mine. Don't let anyone touch you. I'm the only one able to. You belong to me. Only me. Understood?" He practically seethed with anger, he was back the old Master Harry, the dangerous, evil, prick, asshole, vicious Harry was back. And this Master Harry I hated and disliked the most. 

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