He's here. He's watching. I have no words to describe him other than demon.
He's not doing anything. Just watching. A bystander. Simply watching. He prefers action. He can't wait for long. He can't watch forever. And I'm right. He looks at me. Stares into my eyes. My soul. And I stare right back.
"You're very attractive" he says almost angrily.
"don't talk to me" I warn, but my mouth doesn't move.
"Darling" he takes a step closer "tell" and another "me" and another "what"
He takes a step closer for every word he says, his already booming voice screaming
"TO DO"
I attempt to flinch and struggle to move. To scream. I can hear myself talking. I can hear myself screaming but my mouth doesn't move-and the silence is just as loud as my cries.
"Don't struggle" he warns
"This won't be as fun if you do"
"Don't touch me!" I scream out. Desperation clear in my voice.
"Don't!"
Finally I see him. All of him. All of it.
"Please!" I pull away-or I try to. I can't move. I can't scream. I'm trapped.
"There's no escaping me, Draco."
I can't move my head...but I can see behind me? Why can I see behind me? How is this happening?
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?"
I can see every inch of the room.
I can't open my eyes.
I can talk and scream.
I can't open my mouth.
I can feel my body.
I can't move it.
"You're in shock darling." He leaned down and caressed my face.
"I can make you better." He promised.
"No" I scream.
"Leave me alone! Please!"
I can't move. I can't move. I can't move.
I can't move. I can't move. I can't move.
WHY CANT I MOVE??
Suddenly he moves his hand-which was caressing my face, and slides it to my neck.
I feel a steady stream of fearful tears spill out of my eyes as he tightens his grip, digging his long and dirty nails into my flesh.
I scream out as the blood pools around his hand.
"No! No! Don't touch me! Help!"
The sensation in my fingers comes back and my vision goes black. I can't see him anymore but I can move again. I'm immediately kicking and punching, aiming to hit him. Realization hits as I remember my eyes were initially closed. I open them expecting to see him there. Staring me down, but he's gone.
There's nothing except for the darkness in my empty room. My hand flies to my neck to feel for my puncture wounds.
There's nothing.
My heart is racing and I'm sweating immensely.
"...Harry"
Okay!!! So this isn't exactly supposed to make sense to the reader yet! This chapter is going to be explained later on! I hope this was even somewhat fun to read!! This originally started out as just a prompt but I really liked the idea so I tried to branch off with it...if anyone reads this criticism is welcome!!! Thank youuuuu
-Blue