The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 70

Trigger warnings:
I'm really not sure what to put, it's got a lot of violence, emotional and physical abuse, small moment of sexual assault, just remember to take some time to think of all the good things in the world after reading shit like this, good stuff like Harry's sexy thighs or his cute fuckin face.

Saturday 8:14 pm

Thumping.

That's all I hear.

The sound of my heart beating in my ears and nothing else, it's overwhelming.

That single sound alone is enough to award me a splitting ache in my head, the kind of pain that pulses over the front of my head all the way to the back, making my jaw clench shut and my eyes pinch together in pain.

My mouth runs dry, I feel the crack on my lips, so dry that I can't even manage to swallow away the metallic taste on my tongue.

Through my eyelids a white light tries to peak through, waking me up slowly.

As soon as I'm conscious enough, I cringe and my stomach twists together.

It reeks.

A damp stale smell floats up into my nose, making me grimace because it's so overpowering...I've smelt it before.

Its blood, old stale blood.

I've been around it enough to recognise it, I remember every time I would smell it on Harry when-

Harry.

Shit, where am I?

When my brain starts to catch up with what's happening, my eyes start to flutter open and-

Fuck, I don't feel good.

My whole body feels heavy, everything feels like it's coated in a thick cloud of grogginess, making even moving my head the smallest amount feel like an impossible task.

I guess that's what I get from that big fucker punching me in the head.

My eyes peel open...and everything's a blur, nothing focused, it's just a dim light shining in my eyes.

Ignoring the aching pain in my head I blink a few times, trying to make myself focus so I can at least see where I am.

I lift my hands, rubbing my palms over my eyes and I wince when my hand touches my cheek, sending a different sting over my face.

As I pull my hands back, my vision starts to come back, slowly my eyes adjust back to normal.

It hurts to even blink, it sends an ache down and over my right cheek.

While I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust to the new light, I feel a coldness under my legs, like steel maybe.

I look down at my legs, blinking the last few times until I can see clearly.

It's a chair, I'm in a chair, that's the cold steel.

Under the chair is concrete, dirty, cold looking concrete.

Where the fuck am I?

I quickly look up, hearing my heart beat faster in my ears as a small panic starts to seep in over what's going on.

My eyes dart from corner to corner, taking in where I am.

It's a room, with concrete floors and walls, it's dim lite, just an artificial glow from a flickering light on the ceiling.

Okay, shit.

I turn my head, looking over each of my shoulders and see nothing, the room is completely empty besides this chair I'm sitting on.