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Belle became scared, eyes wide and nothing but fear in her. She stepped back but her foot misplaced in a muddy ground, causing her to fall, head accidentally falling to the floor.
She was still breathing, her body paralyzed. She was consumed in fear, and she can't move a muscle. Her eyes turned blurrier and seconds past until she could see nothing but pitch black.
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Belle remembered a blurry scene, traveling fast in the woods, someone was carrying her but she was too unconscious. Then, she remembered someone calling her name, while she was lying on the back seat of a car, smelling the strong car fragrance hitting through her nostril.
But then, she woke up in a weird place. An unidentified room; pink bed, purple wall, white floor.
Where am I?
"You're awake, finally," she was shocked to see a man, sitting in a chair. Harry, in his blue jeans and grey shirt. "I was worried you'd get sick,"
Belle realized she was wearing a different outfit, a fluffy white nightgown, so beautiful like she had seen princesses wore in fairy tales. She admired it until a thought came to her mind.
"Did you change me?"
Harry looked at her, eyes greedy and having to force in so much control of his lust. "Yes, I did,"
"Did you touched me?" she almost stuttered. Her voice was small but he could hear her clearly.
Harry laughed, smiling at her. "Of course, I did," he assured her. "But, if you want me to, I happily would," Harry whispered to himself, and Belle didn't quite catch it. "Besides, I had to. You were dripping wet," oh, if only she was for me.
Dripping wet. Then, she remembered last night. "Oh my," she cried, placing both of her hands on her mouth. "Maria!" She stood up from her bed but Harry caught hold of her wrist.
"Belle, you have to rest,"
"But, M-Maria! She's out there, she's-"
"Belle, you're exhausted. You need rest," but Belle ignored him completely, struggling against the man's force. Harry gripped onto her arms harshly. "She's gone, Belle!" Harry cried in frustration. "She's dead, for God's sake!"
Belle eyed him, looking at him if he was saying the truth, now she could feel her legs shaking. "What do you mean?" She fluttered her eyes, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed.
Harry sighed, sitting next to her. "I found you next to her, Belle. She wasn't breathing, she was naked and stabbed,"
"Stabbed?" Belle shrieked in horror. What had happened to her? And when was she next to me? Did someone raped her? She was so scared for her friend.
"And you had a knife in your hand,"
Belle felt sick from the pit of her stomach. Did I? She shook her head. No, no. I wouldn't have killed her, would I? Blood drained from her face. Her hands were shivering and cold. No, I didn't.
But, what if I did?
Harry slowly wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and Harry felt relieved a little. From craving to plant his lips on her now finally came true but in such inappropriate times.
"I took care of it, baby," he cooed, tracing on her pale skin. "I wouldn't let anybody hurt you,"
I would hurt them before they hurt you.
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