TW/ VIOLENCE.
This is a chapter in order for you to get the vibe of Harry and who he is

Crack!

Well that's going to hurt like a cunt for them tomorrow.

"Now tell me where the fucking money is" the best part about this is I get to beat the shit out of someone.

"I swear to you, I have no clue I don't deal with the money." What a load of bullshit.

"So your boss just happens to let you do the drug deal and see no money. Now come on Scott that doesn't make any sense does it" he's such a fucking idiot.

I could be doing a lot of other things today, such as arguing with a feisty brunette. But nope,

Here I am, on the job. Stood here in this derelict building on the outskirts of london torturing some poor lad for information I know he hasn't got.

Now I know it looks like I'm being a cunt, but I need some way to release my pent up anger.

I already have the information I need, but he was already tied up in this building so I can't let that go to waste.

"Please stop, I'm begging you" he's crying now, great he's a pussy too.

I take another swing at his face, hearing another crack which rings through my ears. Fuck I love the feeling of cracking someone's face.

He lets out a loud cry, why can't this bloke be quiet. I'm trying to enjoy torturing him.

Grabbing a knife from the inside of my boot, I drag it down his arm slowly but with some force so he can feel it.

He's a sobbing mess right now, usually I would've stopped but for some reason I just can't today.

It may seem a tad pathetic but I've never been turned down before, and when she did it the first night I met her, I was fucking stunned.

It stung like a bitch, and then yesterday when she told me she wouldn't ever fuck me and then told me to fuck off.

What is her issue with me, I mean I get I have my own problems with women but what's up her arse.

"You see Scott the issue is you seem to be a huge pussy, look at you, you pathetic cunt" oh this is the stuff.

"Please man, I'll do whatever you want" begging, god this man is a waste of space you know you don't beg.

Channeling all my anger into this man, it might not be the best idea but god do I want to torture him.

I decide to just go for it, I know he has no family and all he does is deal so he won't be missed.

With full force I drive the knife into his right hand, straight through until it hits the chair.

Pulling the knife straight out of his hand, and slamming straight into his thigh, nothing but a bit of torture to help cure the rejection blues.

Leaving the knife in his thigh and dragging it down creating a massive gash on his thigh.

Seeing all the blood pool onto the tarp. Oops didn't need to get this messy but it's too late now.

He's on the verge of passing out, his knuckles are tightly gripping onto the arms of this chair.

"Why are you doing this, I don't know anything" his breathing has become laboured.

His chest is heaving in and out, I can tell he's lost a lot of blood due to the way his words are spread out.

"Come on Scott, this is harmless fun" my sinister laugh peaks through.

"Harmless..what...are...you...fuck..ing...crazy" I don't know why he bothers talking for it's not going to help him.

"God do you get anymore annoying" to shock him I grab the knife and before he can say anything else I jam it into his right eye.

That earns me an ear piercing scream, blood splattered all over my face and my shirt.

Fuck sake, this was my favourite shirt. Well the jobs done now, I can't tell if he's dead or passed out so just to be sure.

I decide to grab one of the plastic bags and put it over his head, he's alive. He starts to struggle trying to move his body.

He can't move, his leg is pouring blood from the knife I pulled out. I keep my arms around his neck so the bag is tight.

It doesn't take long before his body starts to slack and his head lolls forward.

That was easy enough, alerting the two men outside that I'm done and they need to clean up the mess.

I normally would do it myself but I do not feel like it today.

As I get into my car, I take my top off and sit here shirtless, before I have time to even drive off my phone starts to ring.

It's Eden, what does she want?

"Blondie, what a pleasure." I have to act as if I didn't just torture a bloke to death 5 minutes ago.

"What did you do?" Well she needs to elaborate on that.

"Care to tell me what you think I did" I hate when she does this subliminal message shit.

"Luna, why did you tell me you were going to talk to her and then end up pissing her off" she called to talk to me about Luna.

"I didn't do anything, she's the one who assumed I wanted to fuck her I said women always assume shit" women are the most complex fucking breed.

This is the reason I don't do relationships and just so rough and dirty fucks.

Thank you mum for those issues.

"Just stay away okay, she's not only my friend she's also my boss so please Harry" what does she think I'm going to do fucking propose.

If only Eden knew half the shit I went through, Liam just about knows the bare minimum.

"Luna is a grown woman, she's old enough to handle herself, don't worry about my life Eden." She always has to get involved.

"Just stay away Harry, seriously." With that she hangs up.

I've met this woman twice and she seems to be a thorn in my side, yet I can't stop thinking about her.

Wanting to see her pretty lips wrapped around my cock, god I'm sex deprived.

Thinking about a woman I've met twice and having these sexual thoughts about her, this is a first.

Pushing it down and blaming it on the fact that she rejected me and I like a challenge.

Driving back home now, I always hate this. The drive home after work well if you can call torturing people for information, work.

Arriving at my house, it's nothing fancy just a simple town house, it's only for me and my dog.

My dog, that boy is the only one I have zero conflict with.

Goose, is my Doberman cross with a Rottweiler, he looks lethal but in reality he's a big softie.

Hearing that deep bark as I put my key into the lock, I come home at the same time everyday. How does he still bark that loud?

"Goose, it's me boy" talking softly to my dog.

He comes charging at me, I'm still slightly covered in blood but luckily he doesn't jump up at me.

Letting him out and filling his food bowl, I decided to put him in my utility room and then go for a shower.

Standing under this hot water as it cascades down my body, watching the blood drip down my body.

I Just started to notice the bruises on my knuckles, I'm not sure if I can keep lying to everyone about how I get them.

I just can't let anyone into this side of my life.

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