Warning: Violence and Sexual Scenes, some content may disturb.
Niall.
"I'm back!" I called into the house as I came through the door
"Where the fuck have you been?" Harry spat
"I uh... A hotel" I lied
"Which one?"
"Uhm... Palms"
Harry grabbed my wrist, his jaw clenched and his teeth grit "Don't you fucking lie to me, Niall Horan"
"I'm not!"
Harry grabbed my arm, dragging me into his bedroom... Oh no. Oh no. SHIT!
"Drop your pants" He instructed
I quickly undressed kneeling in front of him... Not now, not after last night... I'm sore already
He grabbed me roughly, tugging me onto my feet. He tightened his hands into fists, hitting me hard across the face, slapping me with his knuckles.
I fell back onto the bed, whimpering
"Do not make a god damn sound"
I tried to scramble away but he grabbed both my ankles, pulling me back to the edge of the bed.
He pulled me violently off, my body hitting the floor hard. I grimaced, not daring to cry out for mercy... It would only make this worse
"You saw him last night"
I kept quiet, trembling at his feet
"ANSWER ME!"
"no!" I cried out "I don't know who you're talking about!"
"Zayn" he said, his voice toxic
"no, no" I tried "I didn't see him, I didn't!"
"You never checked into a hotel" Harry growled "you went to Zayn, you went to him!"
"yes!" I screamed in tears "I went to Zayn, I saw him, I'm sorry!"
He pulled me to my feet by my hair
"No you're not" He hissed like a snake
"I am, I am" I pleaded "don't hurt me, don't, please Harry, I love you"
"stand at my desk"
"please, Harry, please!"
"STAND!"
I ran to his desk, standing there crying... He's going to beat me... with that riding crop or even a belt... No, how did he find out?
Harry didn't tell me to bend over the desk, He pushed me hard down and he slipped off my boxers
"please" I mewed "please Harry... please"
"You let him have his way with you" Harry growled, smacking me with something solid, and hard
I screamed, crying as I held onto the desk
"STOP!"
"shut up!"
He brought it down again, the solid paddle making my arse burn
I cried harder and harder, each one of my protests earning another wallop. I was light headed, my arse felt broken... It was on fire
He hit me again and I crumpled to the floor, screaming with a bright red face, tears gushing, my nose bleeding as well as one of my arse cheeks.
"H-Harry" I whimpered "stop now, please, Harry-"
"Fucking fire him"
"B-but-"
"FIRE HIM!" Harry roared
I shrunk, crawling the fastest I could to the door
The moment my hand clasped the door handle, Harry's hand wrapped round my ankle and he tugged me across the floor, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.
He unzipped his slacks, letting them drop to the floor as he removed his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt.
He took off his tie and pulled my boxers off me, pulling my arse to his hips as he began pounding into me
I lay on the bed, muffling my screams in the sheets and duvet as I filled my mouth the material and clenched my teeth round it, my knuckles white as I screwed as much of the sheets as I could, as tight as I could.
He came and black shot round my vision
"You little whore" Harry growled
I lay there panting and whimpering, my eyes drooping shut
I'm not passing out. I can't, I have to be at work soon... I'm fine
But I passed out anyway, dropping off the bed and onto the wooden floor with blood coming out of my nose, mouth and arse
Bruises across my backside and my eye swollen... Why won't Harry just kill me and get it over with?
