Chapter three.

Engaged silence other than my heartbeat and breathless pant is exchanged between the two of us for slow seconds that pass before time slaps itself back into place. "Nice try, love. And you were so close." Harry whispered huskily to me, taunting me with his words, stepping a step closer to me, making my breath hitch and eyes look down to my bare feet on the wood floor. "Katie, you're not going to escape, I told you this already, but it was worth the try." He tells me with satisfaction and pride, making me feel belittled but I do my best to consume confidence and shadow my fears. "Now, lets bring you back upstairs to your room again."

His large hand grabs my small wrist, his strength crushing mine like a grape in the hands of a ginormous gorilla, but I still tugged back against his grip and kept my feet in place. Since I put up a fight, Harry instead grabbed a strong hold of my throat, hard enough that I feared he would just add slight pressure and cut off my air circulation. "Don't." He said, face in mine, our lips nearly brushing together as he spoke, making my insides cringe. "Let me go!" I scream after his hand moved back to my wrist, but each of my cries and complaints against his actions were simply ignored as he physically dragged me toward the steps .

"Harry, let me go, please! I don't even know you! Why are you doing this to me? Please." I begged in desperation after reaching the foot of the stairs, my dungeon in eye sight. I expected no response, like each time before, but instead his large hand came flying back and slapped my face hard enough so my body crumbled to the floor. My hand reaches up to my cheek which stings badly, I can practically feel the redness and print of his fingers across my skin. Tears well in my eyes but I bite back, promising myself I'll stay strong and soon enough I'll be okay, I'll be home. Without a word, Harry's hands grab my waist and I let out a weak whimper. Thrown over his shoulder, punches and kicks against his framed body as he easily carries me up the steps and into the spare room where I woke up less than an hour ago.

"I'm not surprised you tried to escape. But if you ever try to leave again, I will fucking kill you, Kaitlyn." His words send a wave of chills down my back and I feel his breath fan my face making my skin crawl inside and out. "Understood?" A small, weak 'yes' left my chapped lips as Harry smirked at me before grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the top drawer of a wooden desk against the wall. With small effort, he chained me up, my left wrist connected to the back leg of the wooden queen bed. "Sleep tight."

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My throat has never felt more dried out in my lifetime, each intake of breath and exhale makes a wheezing sound come out of my chest, the stuffy air and dust around the room sparking my allergies. The sunlight hardly shines through the black curtains, the room nearly pitch black. The flooring beneath my body is cold, making my body shiver every so often. My black painted nails scratch at the handcuff with little effort, giving up on tearing the metal. Three days ago, Harry locked me here and I tugged and pulled all night, the next day I continued, day after that I gave some effort but not much, by now I've realized that these handcuffs won't come off my wrists until Harry decides to remove them.

Mascara stains my face from my tears over the past days, refusing to hold back from crying when I know there's a slim chance of my escaping without Harry catching me and murdering me on the spot. My stomach growls in sync with the door creaking open, his tall frame in the doorway, he simply stands and watches me for minutes at a time before I clear my throat and speak. "What the hell do you want? Do you expect me to beg for freedom you'll never grant to me?" Harry chuckled and shook his head, making his curls bounce a bit, before he spoke in a thick accent. "Actually I was coming in here to give you water." I look down to his hand and see a full bottle of spring water, making my eyes widen and sparks lighten up my mood as he steps toward me, kneeling down as I sit myself up straight.

My un-cuffed hand reaches greedily for the bottle titled aqua springs, but Harry lifts it out of my reach. My eyebrows furrow as I groan. "What the hell? Don't tease me like that. I'm dying of thirst." "Because it's amusing to watch a sweet thing like you get all fired up and struggling." He tells me, only getting a glare in response before he chuckled and brings a hand to my face, caressing my cheek and keeping a strongly intimidating gaze into my blue eyes.

"Please." I beg, not knowing whether I'm asking him to stop or give me the water. "Please what, baby-girl?" Unwanted goosebumps form on my arms as a small rush hits me from his pet name, my body reacting and getting the better of me, which leaves Harry smirking, knowing his effects on me. I just let out a deep breath and Harry takes the bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking my chin between his fingers to open my mouth before he slowly trickles water into my mouth.

Although I despise Harry treating me like this and not giving me the bottle myself, I take it as it is. Desperately and thankfully swallowing every bit of water he pours from the bottle before only a quarter is left and it's placed behind Harry, I catch my breath and feel my stomach growling in hunger but ignore it. "Good girl." He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I furrow my eyebrows, wondering why he's suddenly so gentle.

"Do you think you can keep being a good girl?" He asked in a calm tone, making me nod my head hesitantly. "Alright, I will go get clothes for you to change into, you will come downstairs and meet my guests." His guests?