You Know What They Do To Girls Like Us
I Pray To God Someone Hears My Screams
After a minute of footsteps, I find that I am at Harry’s door. I place my hand on the doorknob, but I can’t bring myself to turn it.
Deep breath. Deep breath.
My whole body feels mechanical as I open the door and step inside.
“Don’t be shy,” Harry stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom. Though the bathroom door is only half open, I can see he is only wearing briefs. I am so not ready for this, I am anything but ready, I am the opposite of ready. “I was just getting ready for a shower. Would you like to join me?”
Would I like to join him? Honestly, do I really even have a choice? I look around the room for sharp objects.
“You know, you are allowed to speak,” he runs his hand through his hair and starts moving towards me. He slides his hands from my shoulders to my hips.
“Really?” I glare up into his eyes. “I haven’t really been feeling the whole freedom of speech vibe here.”
“You do what I say,” he slaps me across the face. My eyes start to water as the pain stings through my cheek. “Oh don’t cry, love. Just come with me, yeah?”
An angry tear rolls down my face. I have no choice but to follow him as he leads me into the bathroom. The steam from the shower makes my dress slip cling to my frame. I’m suffocating in the tight space with my damp hair sticking to my neck.
He slowly moves the thin straps off my shoulders. I tense as he leans in closer and starts sliding the slip off my body.
“Please, Harry,” my voice cracks and I feel pitiful, helpless.
He continues to pull me towards the large glass shower enclosure.
“Please, please don’t,” I start to resist his grasp on my arm.
“Get on your hands and knees and beg then,” his face is stern. He lets go of my arm causing me to fall back a bit. I slowly lower myself to the tile floor, never taking my eyes off of him. “Hands and knees.”
I place my hands flat on the moist floor.
“Turn around,” he says.
“Please don’t do this, please,” my voice chokes. “Please, ple-”
“Do you need to learn how to obey commands the easy way or the hard way - turn the fuck around!” he yells and I have no choice. So I turn around.
My breath shakes.
I feel his hand skim across my back. In the reflection of the mirror I see him start to slip off his briefs.
I squeeze my eyes shut and wait. And then I feel him.
I pray to God that someone hears my screams.
Deep breath. Deep breath.
My whole body feels mechanical as I open the door and step inside.
“Don’t be shy,” Harry stands in front of the mirror in his bathroom. Though the bathroom door is only half open, I can see he is only wearing briefs. I am so not ready for this, I am anything but ready, I am the opposite of ready. “I was just getting ready for a shower. Would you like to join me?”
Would I like to join him? Honestly, do I really even have a choice? I look around the room for sharp objects.
“You know, you are allowed to speak,” he runs his hand through his hair and starts moving towards me. He slides his hands from my shoulders to my hips.
“Really?” I glare up into his eyes. “I haven’t really been feeling the whole freedom of speech vibe here.”
“You do what I say,” he slaps me across the face. My eyes start to water as the pain stings through my cheek. “Oh don’t cry, love. Just come with me, yeah?”
An angry tear rolls down my face. I have no choice but to follow him as he leads me into the bathroom. The steam from the shower makes my dress slip cling to my frame. I’m suffocating in the tight space with my damp hair sticking to my neck.
He slowly moves the thin straps off my shoulders. I tense as he leans in closer and starts sliding the slip off my body.
“Please, Harry,” my voice cracks and I feel pitiful, helpless.
He continues to pull me towards the large glass shower enclosure.
“Please, please don’t,” I start to resist his grasp on my arm.
“Get on your hands and knees and beg then,” his face is stern. He lets go of my arm causing me to fall back a bit. I slowly lower myself to the tile floor, never taking my eyes off of him. “Hands and knees.”
I place my hands flat on the moist floor.
“Turn around,” he says.
“Please don’t do this, please,” my voice chokes. “Please, ple-”
“Do you need to learn how to obey commands the easy way or the hard way - turn the fuck around!” he yells and I have no choice. So I turn around.
My breath shakes.
I feel his hand skim across my back. In the reflection of the mirror I see him start to slip off his briefs.
I squeeze my eyes shut and wait. And then I feel him.
I pray to God that someone hears my screams.
Notes
Thank you for the lovely comments! Y'all are gems. :3 I hope you like the story so far. Thank you for reading!~christi ellie
You should totally make a sequal to this story its amazing
5/16/15