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I sat on my knees, my hand down in the hot water. I was thinking of revenge towards Zayn and I just loved my thought so much, that I totally lost myself for a second. I even almost forgot to turn the water off. I just love the sound of revenge, it was such a powerful word. I guess my biological mum and dad made me strong and brave, because of their ways to raise me. I then came into the 'golden' family. The people who pretended to care about me, I mean we all know I am adopted and that shit. They never wrote under papers to adopt me, they just found me. I'll come to that story later because it sucks. I mean life sucks so bad, everything sucks.
When you like a little mini you make a painting for your parent and runs down the stairs to show it to them, and they explode because you used your sister's paint. Life sucks.
Or that your friend is at the hospital, having some serious flu, and then you cancel all your plans with your family, and your whole world hits you like a third world war. Life sucks.
Or when you drink too much because you're angry at your girl for flirting with a boy dancing with her, and later that night, you start a fight with that fucking frat boy, and he hits you badly and you faint, and you lay in a damn coma for weeks. Well, life still sucks.
Or when people fall in love, and some damn boy comes and steals your girl. Cause she didn't see anything special in you, so she just leaves you there alone, sitting at your porch sipping over a love you never had.
Guess what? Life sucks. Get over it, everything sucks. How boring wouldn't life be, if your life didn't suck?
I just couldn't help myself from laughing. I stood up and turned the water off and walked back to the room. "What's wrong?" She asked me. I ignored her question, and just looked at her like she was some crazy bitch, thinking she could probably soften me. I walked to her and lifted her up way too harshly. She groaned in pain and hid her face in my neck. There you got for asking so much.
I could feel her cold naked body against my own. Only my clothes separated between us. I wanted to touch her, make her beg for me. I wanted to fuck her hard, but it was too soon. I looked at her, her green eyes shining back at me. Her eyes were nothing compared to mine, mine was so full of darkness, and her eyes were full of hope. Probably hope of getting out of here.
I walked into the bathroom with her in my arms, trying to be careful of not losing her. She wasn't that heavy, but if I would lose her, she would probably die by hitting her head somewhere. And her blood would flow all over my bathroom tiles, and I'm too lazy to dry up blood if that would happen.
I laid her gently down in the bathtub. I grabbed a chair nearby and sat down next to her. I grabbed her hand and took a brush and started to scrub her nails and fingers, still not looking at her. I mean she was too clumsy to do something herself. It was like taking care of a dead person.
She looked up at me. "You said you didn't want to see me naked." She said with a smirk playing around her lips. For god's sake, can't she be quiet for 5 minutes?
"I don't." I murmured. I considered her eyes a second or two before I grabbed her hand again. "And nothing is exposed for me, dear. Because your body is covered in bubbles." I said and looked at her. She rolled her eyes as an answer and looked at my face
"Curly?" She asked. I sighed in irritation and started to brush her back when I slowly moved her forward, she didn't whine or anything now. Probably because I was careful. Wow, I was careful. I held my other hand around her waist to hold her there, I saw her head fall and I looked at her. I slowly removed my hand and pushed her gently back again. She slowly turned her head to look at me.
I looked at her arms as I scrubbed her skin there. I slowly stole a peek at her, like she would burn my eyes off if she saw me stealing a peek. She licked her lips and looked at me seductively. What the hell is she doing? Does she even know how to flirt? "You suck at flirting." I chuckled and kept scrubbing her skin. She stopped her seductive face and rolled her eyes again. I looked into her eyes and smiled weakly for myself. "You've never tried to flirt before?" I asked her. She looked at me like she didn't know what to say and just shook her head. I couldn't help but lean a little towards her and smiled. "It's sad that you won't flirt then babe," I said with a sarcastic smile. She huffed and looked away from me.
Her body slowly sank into the water when she learned more backwards. Her hair was laying wet on her bare shoulders, and she looked in front of her like she just lost everything she had. "I'm alone again, aren't I?" She asked herself. I just looked at her and stopped scrubbing her skin.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her, she sighed and shook her head a little. Her lips were trembling a little, she seemed to be in more pain than she was in that chair in the basement.
"Why do always things like this happen to me?" She asked me. I frowned and looked at her. Things like this? Does she mean someone has kidnapped her before and scrubbed her skin?
"Things like what?" I asked her confused and rolled my eyes. Why did I even ask? It was like I was her therapist. I need to stop acting, this is getting quite boring already.
"The bad things." She murmured and I looked at her and smiled a little.
"Bad things aren't always bad you know," I said and started scrubbing her other arm. She seemed quite confused about this, as she turned her head to look at me. "No matter how bad things are, you're the one who can make them worse," I said and looked at her.
She furrowed her eyebrows in thought and looked at my feet I think. "You mean even though if things are bad, I can make them worse?" She asked. I rolled my eyes at her. I give up, that's what I just said to her. "Or do you mean that the bad things, can also be the good things because I do something more terrible?" She asked me, she didn't seem to know what she was talking about. It was like she tried to listen to her own words. "I don't understand." She said and gave up.
Well, I meant exactly that. The bad things can turn into the good things because she probably will do something worse.
"Yeah," I said and looked at her. She frowned and looked at me like I was crazy.
"So you say that things can be more terrible than this?" She asked me. I couldn't help but laugh a little of her. I looked directly into her eyes and just stared into them for a while.
"Yeah, babe," I said and nodded to her. She blinked a few times and leaned closer to my face.
"Nothing is more terrible than this." She said and swallowed. I smirked and took some water over hair. I could see through the bubbles now, and she was so damn hot. I wanted to make her feel good somehow. Cause a boy wouldn't stay in the same spot I've been staying for minutes now if they saw her like this. And I am a boy, and I have the feeling I will lose the control soon. I just looked at her, she didn't seem flustered about me staring at her. She tilted her head to the side, a waterdrop was running down her face as she looked up at me.
"Therefore I didn't want to see you naked." I murmured in a husky voice. My eyes turned black with lust, and she seemed to see this. I traced my fingers down her smooth skin. I could see shivers running up her arms as I touched her. "Do you see what my touch does to you, kit kat?" I asked close to her face and bit my lip. I licked my bottom lip and she looked at my lips.
"Why don't you sit here with me?" She whispered suddenly. She totally caught me off guard by saying that, but I pretended like it didn't hit me that hard. I turned my surprised expression to a sexy smirk and looked at her. She's starting to go insane, and Harry loves it.
"Please, I need... "
"To experience a boy's skin against yours?" I finished with a laugh, she looked down and blushed and looked down at her legs. I bit my lip and started to make a bun out of her hair.
"Maybe some other time, yeah?" I asked. She didn't say anything, she just looked down at her thighs. Her olive skin, she looked so damn pretty and innocent there she sat. My virgin.
I started to scrub her shoulders and I didn't say a word. It's hard to think that her parents don't care about her. Maybe she just pushes away the signs, because her parents are never home? I've been checking her out, I mean I've been planning this kidnap in months now. And I need to get to know her routines and to be honest her life was boring. That's why she needed some action in her life, so she could thank me later.
Suddenly something caught my eye. I grabbed her wrist fast, and she jumped and tried to pull her hand back. I gave her an angry look, and she was freaking out. "Why are you freaking out, darling?" I asked her. She tried to hold back her threatening tears. It was probably tears of fear, something must make her scared.
She didn't say anything, so I grabbed her wrist even harder, and she widened her eyes at me when I looked down at her wrists. There I saw scars and fading razor cuts. She suddenly stopped struggling and looked fast away from me.
I squeezed her arm even though she stopped struggling and she whimpered in pain. "What's this?" I snapped angrily at her. I already knew, but I wanted her to tell me. I pointed to the scars on her wrists. "You're so damn perfect, and you do this? You fucking destroy yourself?" I screamed at her.
She fucking cut herself? I suddenly slapped her on the cheek hard, and she whimpered and sank down in the bathtub. I didn't even care what I did, but I sighed frustrated and looked at her. I stood up and let go of her arm. She looked away, her body sinking more down in the water. I didn't pay attention to her singing before she was under the water. I didn't hold her up, so she disappeared under the water. Fuck Harry, you can't just let go of her like that.
I widened my eyes and grabbed her body fast. She gasped after air when she got up. I clenched my jaw to hold myself from saying something stupid. I looked away from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Harry." She sobbed. She seemed frightened of me, and she should be. Cause I don't tolerate this. If she wants to harm herself, she can just tell me, and I would do it with pleasure. But doing it herself like this. I don't accept. "Why me?" She cried. She didn't ask me, she just said it out loud to herself.
"Because you still have a chance," I answered. She shook her head madly. Like I was talking some crap about her. Why is she like this? So, unsure about herself. "Stop fucking being so unsure about yourself," I yelled annoyedly at her.
She jumped at my voice and looked at me between her eyelashes. She looked down and I just rolled my eyes and lifted her up. I walked with her towards the bed and laid her back down.
"I have nothing." She murmured when I looked at her. Damn how dramatic she was. Is she trying to make me feel pity for her? I growled as she grabbed my neck and pulled me down and looked into my eyes. "Why me?" She asked. She was struggling by keeping me down, so she soon released her grip around my neck. She raised an eyebrow and looked at my lips and leaned upwards. I smirked and shook my head. "No," I said hard to her. "Bad girl," I said when she tried to push her lips against mine. She wasn't herself, why the fuck is she doing this anyway?
I know I want to do it. But that's because I am curious about her. And she's extremely sexy. Damn have you seen her legs and thighs, they're to die for. Every boy and man would want a girl like her, and people would even kill and protect to have it. Including me, I would do both. Cause one she's mine, and no one steals what's mine. And two, she's not going to be hurt by any other person than me. So those fuckers who even try will taste their own medicine.
I pulled back from her. I could see the pain in her eyes. I took a deep breath and furrowed my eyebrows when she looked away, her face saddened. "Why doesn't anybody wants me?" She suddenly asked.
I widened my eyes and looked at her. "Kit Kat, why do you think I kidnapped you?" I asked her softly and grinned. She frowned at me and turned her head back to look at me. "Because I want you, babe," I whispered and looked into her eyes. She looked at me like I was some freak. She looked anywhere but my face. I leaned down to her ear and laid my lips against her earlobe. "And you're only mine," I whispered in her ear.
I then pulled back and ran my hand down her exposed skin, and down to her hipbone. She gasped at my touch. I looked down at her body and bit my lip hard. Her body wasn't dried, so she had waterdrops on her stomach and thighs. It was so beautiful to watch this young woman like this. And I wanted her so badly. I just wanted her body so bad. Before I could do something. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her fast. It was like I was a vampire craving for blood, but I was craving for her. But I needed to stay calm.
I looked away from her body, and took a deep breath and pushed myself from her and on the floor. I walked towards the door and ran a hand through my hair and turned my head to look at her with a sexy smirk. She looked flustered and embarrassed at me. "I'll tell Lianne to dress you up." I murmured under my breath and stopped by the door. I looked at her wrists and furrowed my eyebrows disappointment. "I don't know why you do that," I said seriously and pointed at her wrists. I looked into her eyes clenched my jaw. "It's ugly, and I thought you were perfect for me," I said pissed and opened the door and walked out.
I walked down the hall and met Lianne on my way, she was wearing her coat. "Lianne?" I asked still quite pissed. I walked fast towards her. She looked up and smiled weakly at me. "Yes, master?" She asked. I looked at her and smiled at the name she called me.
I was a rich guy. People wouldn't think that boys in ripped skinny jeans, with messy curly hair and plain white t-shirts, was a sign of being rich. However, not all of us loves spending each and every penny on unnecessary things. I love to just let them be, and use them on necessary things. Like food, girls, strippers, hair products, skinny jeans and t-shirts.
And yes, strippers are necessary. They're the fun, and sometimes you need to have fun. I don't do Disney land or spend time with my friends. Cause hah I don't have any friends. I'm such a rich loner. And I love it.
I pointed upstairs and raised an eyebrow at her annoyed expression. I could see it, she didn't even try to hide it. And she works for this, so if she wants her money. She better work. "She needs to get dressed. Do you mind to just dress her up?" I asked. She sighed and nodded. She took her coat off, and hang it up on the coat rack.
She looked at me and ran a frustrating hand through her hair. "I'm not liking what you do Harry." She said low. "But I do this for her. Cause it's just something about that girl." She murmured and pointed up to our room and stepped closer to me. "That needs to be protected." She said and bit her lip and with that, she walked away.