Twisted

“No!” I shouted suddenly, and Harry’s eyes widened from my sudden outburst. I took this opportunity to break free from his grasp, and I wasted no time in turning on my heel and running. I made the mistake of not running when I came in from, instead, I tore off down a hallway that turned to the left.
My feet pounded on the ground, echoing throughout the seemingly empty house, as I ran blindly through the wide hallway. There were doors on either side of me, but I immediately assumed they were bedrooms. By this point, my heart was pounding so loudly that all I could hear was the beating. I couldn’t tell if Harry was following me or not.
All I knew was that I had to protect myself.
There had to be some way out of here, right? And once I found that escape, I’d leave. Then I’d figure everything out from there.
I skidded my feet to come to a quick halt, darting off through the last door on the right. I was forced to stop when I was met with completely darkness, and I saw white carpeted stairs leading downwards. I bit down on my lower lip when met with this twist in the road, conflicted on whether or not I should risk turning around or…
Fuck it.
I thoughtlessly began hurrying down the carpeted steps, my hands feeling along the wall for a light switch. When I was at the bottom of the steps, I came to a complete stop, my breathing picking up as I searched frantically for a light switch.
“Come on, come on,” I whispered, trying to remain as calm as possible. I was just about to lose hope when my hand found the light switch and I turned it on.
I was standing in a very large, empty room. It was completely empty. The walls were bare, and a plain, dull white, while the floor was just a rich, white colored carpet. I stood there, a little confused, until I felt such an eerie feeling wash come over me.
Even though the room was empty, the atmosphere was not.
My arms grew goose bumps as my eyes surveyed the room. I took a few steps towards the middle, scanning every edge of the room. I could feel my entire body stiffen in pure fear as I could feel the significance of the room.
And it was then I saw the stain on the floor.
The stain was right in the middle of the room.
It was a huge, deep red stain. I stared at it in newfound horror, my mouth hanging open as I realized what the stain was.
Blood.
There were droplets surrounding the stain, and the stain looked very deep. It looked like a kid came in here carrying a bucket of red paint and just spilled it right on that spot. But I knew that wasn’t the case.
Where the hell was I?
Was I in some kind of horror film? Was I even seeing this with my own eyes?
I felt like I was about to throw up, and forced myself to turn away from the stain. But then my eyes fell on Harry, who stood there with his eyes gazing intently at me. He didn’t look angry or upset; he had a masked expression, just watching me.
“H-Harry,” I choked out, my stomach twisting. “What happened here?”
Harry didn’t seem at all bothered by the stain. He continued to stare at me for a few seconds until he finally spoke. And when he did speak, he was quiet and composed.
“Do you really want to know?”
No. I don’t want to know. I think I’m going to be sick.
I hugged myself tightly, finding it harder to stand up by the second. The world was tilting all around me, constantly moving. And that crimson stain was imprinting in my mind—forever.
He didn’t come to hold me. He just stood there at a distance, calmly watching me struggle to even breathe.
“Okay,” I said after awhile, forcing myself to look up at him. I tried to imagine the stain as prune juice. Harry came down here one day with a cup of prune juice and he spilled it. It wasn’t blood—it was prune juice. “Tell me.”
“This is where I killed my father.”
The truth hit me like a cold rush of water, and I stared at Harry in silent astonishment. Was he serious? Did Harry really kill his father?
“You killed your father?” I asked quietly, hoping I misheard him. But no. There was no lying in Harry’s face. His eyes were now on the stain, and he regarded it with such indifference that I really did wonder if he even had humanity.
He then shrugged and said, “Yeah.” He offered no explanation for killing his parent. He offered nothing. Just the fact that he killed his father.
“You monster,” I said, wide-eyed. “You’re a monster. A murderer!”
Harry began walking towards me with long, crisp steps, but I began backing up to stay away from him. To my horror, when I looked down, I saw that I was standing right in the middle of the deep stain. I let out a yelp as I jumped off of it, my back pressed to the wall, as Harry continued towards me, his eyes narrowed.
“How could you do that to your own father?” I hissed, driven with anxiety. My legs were literally shaking now, and I felt like I was dangerous close to fainting.
“You don’t understand anything.” He said lowly. “You don’t know a damn thing, Claire.”
“I know what you are.” I retaliated, swallowing thickly. “You’re a cold-blooded bastard, and I want nothing to do with you!”
He closed the distance with two strides, and I didn’t bother struggling when he bent down to pick me up, dumping me not too gracefully over his broad shoulder. I let him carry me out of the room, my eyes straying on that stain engraved on the lush white carpet.
Why did Harry kill his father? What exactly happened? And what did he mean I didn’t understand? All I know is that Harry killed his father—and that’s enough for me to know that he’s completely insane.
Right?
Harry turned off the light to the room, encasing us both in darkness. I held on a bit tighter, my heart skipping a beat, as he walked up the steps as if he could see right through the darkness. He swung open the door, stepped outside, and closed it behind him. I immediately felt like I could breathe properly again as soon as we began walking away from the dreadful room. I took deep, steady breaths, closing my eyes to try and get myself to erase the image.
But I knew I’d never forget that.
We were back where we started now, in front of that fire place. Harry set me down on a long, black sofa that felt like velvet. I immediately tensed up when Harry crouched in front of me, his green eyes looking right at me.
“Everything I do,” He murmured, “I do for a reason. It would be best if you keep that in mind.”
“So you killed your dad for a reason?” I asked softly, trying to wonder why in the world a son would kill his father.
“Yes.” Harry leaned closer a bit, breaking through my personal bubble, and his eyes flickered down to my chest. Today I wore a loose blouse, since I was originally planning to board a plane, and I guess some of my cleavage was showing, because his eyes immediately darkened and his large hands grasped my knees tightly.
Blushing madly, I snapped, “Why are you such a pervert?”
I then tried to move back, but Harry’s arms quickly wrapped around me, shoving me closer to him. My legs were wrapped around his sides as he situated himself between my legs, his face now dangerously close to mine.
It was strange. The sickened feeling I felt not only five minutes ago was replaced with this foreign feeling running through me as I felt his obvious bulge against my midsection. I knew my cheeks were bright red, and I stared up at Harry in silent mortification. I knew I was completely helpless underneath him right now.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” He asked huskily, his eyes scrutinizing me again.
I have touched myself before. Who hasn’t? Now I haven’t shoved things inside of me, but I have gotten curious on a few occasions and found it quite enjoyable to pleasure myself with my own fingers.
“Yes.” I whispered shyly, going to try and move away again. Harry suddenly released me, stepping back to sit on the chair across from me. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and continued to gaze over at me.
“Touch yourself.” He commanded quietly.
I looked at him, flabbergasted. “Excuse me?” I immediately pressed my legs together with a SMACK and I could see Harry visibly frown at that.
“Show me how you touch yourself.” He elaborated slowly.
“No way,” I immediately interjected. “Why would I do that?” The idea itself was preposterous. I clenched my jaw firmly and crossed my arms over my chest.
He then said dangerously low, “Show me right now.”
I saw the look in his eye and gulped, knowing what would happen if I continued to defy him. I could still feel the pain from when he was fingering me from yesterday. I reluctantly began unzipping my jeans, hating how Harry watched my every move. The fire in the fireplace was crackling, fully alive, and I could see it was gradually getting darker outside.
“Do you need help?” Harry asked, nodding towards my jeans.
I shook my head, my face feeling hotter than ever. I sat up a little to slide the pants down my legs, tossing them to the side. I glanced up to see Harry’s eyes trained on me, and his entire body looked fixated on me, as if I had casted some kind of spell over him, enchanting him completely.
“There.” I said finally, now left alone in my underwear.
“Those have to come off, too.” Harry stated, referring to my underwear.
Oh no. I can’t be completely naked in front of him. I was bare chested in front of him before, but down there was a completely different thing. It was so much more private. He did touch me there before—but seeing it was a completely different thing.
“Do I—” I began, but he cut me off.
“—take the fucking thing off.” He snapped, irritated. He sat up a bit, leaning back in the chair and making a motion that silently said I don’t have all fucking day.
I took a shaky sigh as I reached down, sliding my underwear down my legs. I kept my legs tightly pressed together, pulling my shirt down a bit to cover myself, and tossed the garment of clothing in a pile with my pants.
“Now spread your legs.” Harry directed throatily.
“No,” I protested without thinking, biting down on my lower lip to stop it from quivering. I felt so embarrassed. This was the one part of me that nobody, other than my mother, has ever seen.
But when I saw the demanding look on his face, I knew I had no choice.
I leaned back more into the sofa, closing my eyes tightly—to rid the image of Harry staring—and spread my legs. The room was deafeningly silent now, and I opened my eyes to see Harry leaning forward again, entranced by me for some reason.
“Close your eyes,” Harry said, “and do as I say. Go on. Close your eyes, Claire.”
It was very strange, but for the first time ever, Harry’s voice was calm and had a soothing touch on me. I did what he asked and closed my eyes, masking my entire self in self-contained darkness. I kept my hands in tight fists, resting on my lap, as I waited for Harry to speak again.
“Now do what you normally do.” Harry explained. “Show me how you pleasure yourself. And lift your shirt up so I can see more.”
I gingerly lifted my shirt, revealing my entire self to Harry. The air around me suddenly felt so much colder without clothing on, and I could feel goose bumps rising on my legs. Taking a shaky breath, I began lowering my hands to my feminine folds, feeling his eyes on me.
My fingers made contact with my warm, sensitive skin and a shiver rippled through me. My fingers felt oh-so cold. I hesitated before I began gently kneading myself down there. At first it was very uncomfortable, knowing that Harry was watching with close eyes.
But as I continued my simple movements, I could feel the familiar warmth begin to tighten in my belly. I sped up my movements as I began to actually feel pleasure, despite the fact that Harry was there. I picked up my other hand to begin to mess with my clitoris, adding to the pleasure.
Pretty soon, I was breathing heavily and I was trying to stop myself from letting out a moan. It was so amazing how easily I could forget everything around me—including Harry—just under this thick haze of ecstasy.
I was so caught up that I didn’t see Harry get up and leave the room. I was so close to climaxing that I didn’t hear him reenter until I heard him say, “Stop.”
My eyes flickered open, startled a bit from being interrupted. When I saw Harry standing there with something in his hand, I immediately blushed, my pleasure pausing as my actions stopped, and closed my legs.
“Spread your legs again.” He told me, and I shook my head.
“What are you going to do?”
“Just spread your legs.” He said a bit more firmly, his eyes daring me to object. I licked my lips nervously before hesitantly opening my legs. I wanted to look away as Harry crouched in front of me, almost eye-to-eye with myself, but I couldn’t do it. I was slightly alarmed with what he was planning to do.
When his warm fingers touched me, I flinched a little, my body reacting to the alien touch. But he wasn’t harsh and he didn’t show four fingers inside of me. Instead, he began to sensually rub me down there, his eyes inspecting me thoroughly.
What the hell was he doing?
“This will prepare you,” He said finally, “for when the time comes.” With that said, he held apart my thighs with one hand and I tried to sit up to see what he was doing. I felt something cold touch my opening, and it felt hard. I let out a quick intake of air when the cold object added more pressure to my entrance.
“What are you doing?” I asked, slightly panicking, as I felt the object begin to pierce through my opening. When it broke through, Harry slid the object in easily. My opening was still wet from me touching myself earlier, so it slid in easily due to the wetness. But what was it?
“There.” Harry stood up, closing my legs for me. When that happened, I felt such an intense wave of pleasure that I had to bite my tongue from saying something. My eyes met Harry’s and a knowing smirk tugged at his features.
“What is that?” I asked feebly, pulling my knees to my chest. I could feel an unknown weight inside of me, and for some reason, it felt…good…
“This is designed to open you up, to stretch you.” Harry explained. “I have three of these for you. They’ll make it less painful for your first time.”
Whoa. Harry was trying to make something less painful for me? What was the world coming to?
I was too enveloped in this foreign, twisted world that I didn’t react as I normally would have. I stayed perfectly still on the couch, afraid to move. It felt so incredibly pleasurable to even shuffle.
Harry took out what looked like a small remote control, and when he pressed a button, the thing inside of me began to vibrate.
I cried out from the sudden wave of pleasure and grabbed a hold of the edge of the couch. I was panting, my entire body writhing, as Harry watched me with that twisted smirk. He looked fascinated by my writhing.
“Harry,” I choked out, the pleasure becoming too much, “stop this! Please.”
And just like that—he stopped the vibrating.
He put the remote inside his pocket before turning on his heel to walk around the couch, over to the adjoining kitchen. I heard him open a fridge before he said, “Claire. Come here.”
Biting down on my lip almost painfully, I got off the couch and when I got on my feet, I froze when the thing inside of me shifted weight. I took one step and stopped again, the pleasure returning.
Gosh. This was torture.
I looked up to see Harry watching me with a cheeky grin, looking proud of his work.
And with that, he walked back over to me and captured me in a kiss, his hands cradling my face tightly against him. I let him kiss me, overcome with ecstasy and foreign feelings.
What the hell was happening to me?
“I think you should stay the night here.” He told me, pulling away for a moment to allow his hands to travel to my arse. I instinctively swatted at his hand, only to have him firmly grasp my butt, which caused more pleasure to arise in me. I couldn’t help but moan at that, hating how my body was responding to all this bizarre stuff.
“No,” I said.
“No?” Harry took out the remote and pressed the button, which caused the thing to vibrate again. I fell against him, burying my head in his collar as he held me against him. The pleasure inside of me was too much for me to handle all of a sudden, but I didn’t want to stay the night here.
“No, Harry.” I said, my voice muffled in his shirt.
The pleasure grew twice as much when both of his hands fondled my arse, arching me against him. My entire body stiffened at this, and I tried my best to keep my ground.
When he lowered his head to begin nipping at my neck, I finally said, “Fine. I’ll stay the night here. Just stop…please…” The vibrates abruptly stopped and I fell into Harry like a rag doll, breathing heavily. My eyelids felt oh-so heavy and my entire body felt so strange.
“Good girl.” He commended me, kissing me on the forehead.

Notes

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