PIN-UP | H.S AU
  • Odsłon 2,579
  • Głosy 72
  • Części 4
  • Czas 11m
  • Odsłon 2,579
  • Głosy 72
  • Części 4
  • Czas 11m
W Trakcie, Pierwotnie opublikowano sty 08, 2018
1954
  Pin-up models were womanly icons starting in the 1800's and Harry Styles' wife dreamed to be as gorgeous as them.
  In their Catholic family, Styles was disgusted with the image his wife dreamed to look like. A "whore" for men. A man who despises harlot's. Despises what his wife fantasizes to resemble. Women then begin to disappear one by one. Although, Harry does have a past before his Catholicism..
  "Now you all make sure you pray before you go to bed, whores. What do you say to your Master?"
  They all nod in unison, weeping softly. "Yes, Father Styles." As they get on their knees, elbows on their bedside as they begin to pray, pray for freedom.

Jesus doesn't decide to take the wheel this time.

(This book contains: ABDUCTION, Murder, Rape, Self Harm, Possible Suicide, Abuse, Violence)
It's rough. This book clearly is only meant for particular parties. DO NOT READ IF YOU COULD POSSIBLY BE TRIGGERED, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
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*Harry Styles* "Hanna!" I screamed, trying to open the door to the black Range Rover. I ran over to the passenger side door that was just being closed, and I ripped it out of the man's grip. "Let her GO," I demanded, even louder now. The guy had tattoos up and down his arms, and a tear drop tattoo on his cheek. What the hell, I thought. A tattoo like that means you've murdered people. Murdered. "Jordan!" I had heard her cry in utter terror. The driver reached back and punched her right in the temple. Before I lost my grip on the door, the last thing I saw of Johanna was her face, filled with fear, mascara down her cheeks, and red, inflamed bruises. The man I was trying to take the door from elbowed me in the mouth, hard, and slammed the door. Moments later, I was sprawled out on the pavement, stunned and confused, until a lady noticed me. "Call an ambulance!" She yelled to another bystander. No. I thought. "No, no ambulance." I got up, and looked around for the car, which was no where in sight, and I had no idea where it went. The lady insisted I stay and get checked out as she pointed to the blood all over my sweater. I looked down, the ground felt shaky under my feet, but I had to get help. I ignored her, and started running, as fast as I could to Harry's house, five blocks away. I started sobbing as I ran. They could have already killed her.