Prisoning Truth
Faster! (8th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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… At Night…
I stare at him, as he ties my hands again. The day has passed with no major events to discuss. All what I have been doing, is sit in the same chair I was restrained at. Louis and Niall have been sneaking in every while, placing me food and talking to me to ease me tension. I have even met the fifth member, Liam, who showed me nothing less than respect and politeness.
He came along with Niall, just to introduce himself and assure me that things won’t get worse. I wanted to challenge him on his words, since right now I am being tied up again by no other, than the green-eyed demon. “(I whimper, when the rope tightens) You’re hurting me…” His hands stop with the rope pressure, once he hears my words.
He walks around the chair, crouching down to look at me. “(He smirks) If you think this is hurting you, doll face… you should wait and see what will happen to you soon.” I gulp my breath in terror, glancing at how his eyes could burry me alive in my torture seat. “(I close my eyes, fearing the reaction) I know you told me not to talk to you, if you didn’t begin a conversation. But, please could I just ask for one favour?”
I begin to wince, preparing myself for the pound that he would apply, but nothing happens. I open my eyes widely, looking at how his features have softened. He’s still staring at me like seconds ago, but he has this utter calmness drawn upon his face. “(I sigh in relief) Harold, could yo-…” I wasn’t able to finish my request, at the sudden grip over my ankle.
His hand tightens around my bare skin, causing me to yelp silently from his harshness. “(He seethes) Never call me that, doll face. My name is Harry, so keep that saved in your tiny mind. (I nod, as his hand releases my ankle) Now, what did you want to ask me?” I steady my breath, while I stare at his being.
“Could you please, untie me? (He rolls his eyes, as I beg) Please, I won’t escape I promise. I just want to sleep the night in a lying position. I can’t sleep on this chair anymore, my body is uncomfortable.” He begins to chuckle hysterically, before growling in seriousness. “This isn’t a five-star hotel! You’ll take what I am giving you, understood? (A tear leaves my left eye, as he smirks) Actually, I have a better idea.”
He stands up in front of me, showing me his towering height. He stretches his index finger, pointing it close to my mouth. “(He rasps dangerously) Show me how much you want to leave this chair.” I blink my eyes at him, as his fingertip pushes itself through my lips. “(He growls impatiently) Show me, you dirty bitch.” I cry, feeling cheaper than a paper bag; accepting his index finger into my mouth.
“(He commands) Suck.” More tears cascade over my cheeks, as I twirl my tongue over his finger. "(He spits) Faster!” I whimper as I quicken my speed, stuffing my mouth with his finger. My ears catch his heavy breathing, as a light moan slips out of his mouth. All of a sudden, the door opens widely; revealing a shocked face.
His blue eyes twinkle in fear of the scene, as Harry slips his finger out of my mouth. “(He roars) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER!?” I don’t recall seeing Louis this angry, which makes me hiccup from the fright. In a swift movement, his fist collides with Harry’s jaw; making him tumble backwards.
Giselle's POV:
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… At Night…
I stare at him, as he ties my hands again. The day has passed with no major events to discuss. All what I have been doing, is sit in the same chair I was restrained at. Louis and Niall have been sneaking in every while, placing me food and talking to me to ease me tension. I have even met the fifth member, Liam, who showed me nothing less than respect and politeness.
He came along with Niall, just to introduce himself and assure me that things won’t get worse. I wanted to challenge him on his words, since right now I am being tied up again by no other, than the green-eyed demon. “(I whimper, when the rope tightens) You’re hurting me…” His hands stop with the rope pressure, once he hears my words.
He walks around the chair, crouching down to look at me. “(He smirks) If you think this is hurting you, doll face… you should wait and see what will happen to you soon.” I gulp my breath in terror, glancing at how his eyes could burry me alive in my torture seat. “(I close my eyes, fearing the reaction) I know you told me not to talk to you, if you didn’t begin a conversation. But, please could I just ask for one favour?”
I begin to wince, preparing myself for the pound that he would apply, but nothing happens. I open my eyes widely, looking at how his features have softened. He’s still staring at me like seconds ago, but he has this utter calmness drawn upon his face. “(I sigh in relief) Harold, could yo-…” I wasn’t able to finish my request, at the sudden grip over my ankle.
His hand tightens around my bare skin, causing me to yelp silently from his harshness. “(He seethes) Never call me that, doll face. My name is Harry, so keep that saved in your tiny mind. (I nod, as his hand releases my ankle) Now, what did you want to ask me?” I steady my breath, while I stare at his being.
“Could you please, untie me? (He rolls his eyes, as I beg) Please, I won’t escape I promise. I just want to sleep the night in a lying position. I can’t sleep on this chair anymore, my body is uncomfortable.” He begins to chuckle hysterically, before growling in seriousness. “This isn’t a five-star hotel! You’ll take what I am giving you, understood? (A tear leaves my left eye, as he smirks) Actually, I have a better idea.”
He stands up in front of me, showing me his towering height. He stretches his index finger, pointing it close to my mouth. “(He rasps dangerously) Show me how much you want to leave this chair.” I blink my eyes at him, as his fingertip pushes itself through my lips. “(He growls impatiently) Show me, you dirty bitch.” I cry, feeling cheaper than a paper bag; accepting his index finger into my mouth.
“(He commands) Suck.” More tears cascade over my cheeks, as I twirl my tongue over his finger. "(He spits) Faster!” I whimper as I quicken my speed, stuffing my mouth with his finger. My ears catch his heavy breathing, as a light moan slips out of his mouth. All of a sudden, the door opens widely; revealing a shocked face.
His blue eyes twinkle in fear of the scene, as Harry slips his finger out of my mouth. “(He roars) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER!?” I don’t recall seeing Louis this angry, which makes me hiccup from the fright. In a swift movement, his fist collides with Harry’s jaw; making him tumble backwards.
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