Pure Ones || H.S

10

Harry was overly obsessed. She was being so sweet and innocent to him for the past few days and he seemed to can't control it. Oh, he wished that as days passed, she would come and wear clothes more revealing. Her milky skin for his eyes to devour, but no, he wouldn't touch her.

That was the hardest part--not to touch her. He was living off by her pure innocence and he knew it was soon fading. He wanted to slow it down, not to corrupt her while it last. He loved seeing her blooming into such beauty through puberty but he missed the little girl who was even too shy to kiss a little boy's cheek.

He missed her being the little shy girl, always wearing her white stockings and nothing so revealing and now, she was a brave young lady. She spoke in confidence and clothes a little with exposure. He didn't like it, it made his hormones and lust running around in frantic. And it reminded him of one thing; she was turning into someone else.

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Belle searched for another dresses through her closet. She was done with all the boring plain outfit as of she was a prude. She needed something to bait him with so she sneaked in her mother's door to steal a cute mini dress and a beautiful undergarments which looked incredibly sexy.

She put the lacy bra and underwear on and it fits her perfectly, she loved how her breast looks a little bigger and her curves were visible. But she didn't wanted to be too whorish that it was obvious, no, she was about to wear a plain white dress which fell freely to her knees, sleeveless and simple.

And so she walked away from her house, skipping happily as her mind only filled with dirty, gore, vengeance. Oh, she wish.

She was in front of his door, knocking on it. She had a plate of cookies in her hands and she waited. As she knocked again, she realized the door was unlock.

Is he not home?

She opened it and walked in. She knew it was wrong to break in people's house but it was worse to kill so she let it slide. She heard furniture bumping, people moaning, sounds muffling.

She neared them and walked in the kitchen. Oh, her eyes which hadn't seen so many sinful things; there was Harry pounding into a naked girl all furious, she was tied and blindfolded, she had something stuffed in her mouth as she bends over the counter, hands tied behind her. She could see the woman was crying from the wet patches of the blindfold and what had left down her cheeks to her chin.

Belle was shocked. She had never seen such scenes as this. She went numb and the plate crashed to the floor, making Harry stop immediately, turning his head to her.

"Belle," he gasps, all sweaty and his hand loosened from gripping the woman's hips.

"You rapist!" She cried before turning her heels and ran.