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."


23. Ch.22 |Trapped (h.s)


Listen to Falling Down by Selena Gomez

~Dayana's POV~

It wasn't the feeling of his arms around me. Or the calming exhales coming from his plump parted lips. Or the thumping sound of his every beat of his heart. Nor the visible growth of his manhood every time it would rub against my butt. 

The sound of the door slowly creak open, and the sudden light from the slim lighted hallways was what woke me from my sleep. To realize just how close and peaceful we were sleeping. For just one second, everything seem normal, but I knew better. 

The sound of feet padding against the wood floor. Made my heart race, who could it be? No should be here? Nor should they be awake at this time of hour. Everybody should be in their room. So who the fuck could it be? 

Feeling the dip of the bed, at the other side of Masters Harry side. My eyes widened. Okay, who the fuck would get in the bed? When there's clearly two bodies already occupying it. Unless it was- 

"Fuck." Master Harry groan from behind me. "What the-fuck, Dayana, baby." He abruptly turned around, looking at whoever was at the other side. 

"Yes, baby." A whiny voice moan. What the heck is going on? Getting up as well, I turned to my side, turning on the lamp. 

"What the-" I abruptly got out of the bed and looked at the two going at it with wide eyes. At my voice, the two moved apart leaving them both exposed. 

How the heck did they get their clothes off this fast? Damn I can't even do that-Wait, Dayana staying on task. Looking away, I took deep breaths. This isn't happening, this is all a dream, and once I wake up I'll be on my room, safe and sound. 

"Shit-Fuck. Your not- How did you get in here Damary? And you better get dressed and get out, after you tell me." Master Harry spoke through clenched teeth. 

Seeing the two give each other intense glares. I quietly creeped my away out of the awkward room. "Dayana. Where do you think your going?" 

Turning around, I looked at him. His wavy hair was unruly, no doubt from her fingers tugging at them. His lips, swollen and red from probably the nipping she was doing. His chiseled, tattooed chest glistening under the dull light. Sprinkled with sweat beginning to form. Looking at him in the eyes, was a thing I shouldn't probably had done. 

They showed regret and sadness. Two things that didn't go with the man who took away my freedom. It just wasn't him, he couldn't show me this side of him. No, in my eyes and mind he had to stay hard-stone and dangerous. 

"I'm leaving. I don't want to intrude. In your uh, social course." 

"Yeah, baby. It's better for her to leave. How about we continue were we left off." Damary grinned,
crawling towards him. 

Turning swiftly around I made the rest of my way to the door. Not wanting to see anymore of what was going on. Hearing the thump of heavy steps coming my way. I knew he was coming after me. Swiftly opening the door, I sprinted out to the hall, trying to get as far away from that room. 

The tug of my shirt was the source of my halt and the feeling of his arms wrap around my waist. The tears that were running down my eyes not sure what was the source of those. 

Maybe it was the way he looked at me and made my mind confused. Or my fucking period at the moment. Because I can say that it wasn't because of him and Damary. It just couldn't be. 

"Stop." He panted from behind me, trying to steady his breath from the small sprint he did. I tried wriggling my way out of his grasp but he only tighten his grip.

"Stop. Look at me." He had turned me around, facing him I looked down at his chest, were a moth or maybe it was a butterfly that was tattooed in his chest. "Dayana." He tilted my face to look at him. Swiping his thumbs against my cheek, stoping the tears thy were flowing. "Don't cry." He whispered, planting a kiss on each cheek. 

"She means nothing, Dayana." He muttered. I looked at him, truly looked at him. He was gorgeous, behind all that dangerous and mysterious façade. He was truly beautiful. 

"Why should I care. You can have whoever you'd like. Why should it matter what I think?" I spat out angry. But in reality I was relieved he had thought of what I think of it. 

His once soft eyes, turned back to his hard glare. "Your right. I shouldn't care what you think." He some through clenched teeth. 
"But you know what. Fuck it! Fuck all this. I'm not this person I'm portraying myself to be. Fuck." He cried out, griping his wavy hair. 

I was stunned. Utterly stunned. He was revealing himself to me. He was wanting to let me know who he truly was. The true Master Harry. "Then who truly are you." 


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