Chained

Harry's POV
"You've been such a bad girl, Kiara," I smirked walking to her. She has backed up in a corner and now she has no where to go. She's trapped. Helpless. Just the way I like them.

"On the table," I yell and she walks so slow. " Don't make me say it again. Move your @#!*% ."

She lays on the table, stomach down.

" @#!*% up, Kiara," she is told and I s the legs of the table and strap her wrist to the other leg on the other side. I a knife and cut her panties off.

"What are you doing to do?" She shivers as my hand slides up the back of her thigh.

"You hit me. I hit you back," I raise my hand and it smacks her in her @#!*% . I smack her again and again until she is red all over and my hand marks are visible. she is done crying. I'm sorry that it had be this way but she need some discipline. I untied her and she curls up into a ball. She is so innocent. So fragile. I'm almost thinking that we should let her go. But I'm afraid that she'll go to the cops and we'll be put in the slammer. I wanted to pick her up but she probably in so much pain.

I hear her little snoozes and I know she is sleep. I watch her for a little bit and then I leave, shutting off the light as I went out.

"Where is Kiara?" Zayn asks and I point down the hall.

"She is sleeping in the room." I wish I could watch her sleep some more but I have a job to down.

"Go get some ice. I want to wake her up." I say to Zayn, looking down at this girl Jamie and he looks excited.

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